"skool" poems
click clack, sound of the track
busted lighter, jilted firefighter
****** mosquito bleeding blighter
coffee cup, record stuck
panicked post boom stuck in a rut
had you'd never seen her, been her
watched her fly by
is it a plane, wonder bush, brick lane spy
fallen tree, dropped whispers ina wood
shoulda, woulda but never could
pushed by the wind, running around
set off faster, harder, leavin the ground
seen more war than a nu-rave punk
hit the pavement harder than a skool boy drunk
deeper, lower than before
been round the world 3 times over
prayed harder rollin around in clover
teemin, screaming anticipation, panick buy
obsessed with cuckoo, escape with a sigh
darker, lighter, tougher, cornered and lame
call my breath, take my name
shame, dusted, glory be no more
music drags me back from the shore
vacumn packed, culture vulture sister
pierced hot poker, stoke her, twist her
throwin pieces, jigsaw puzzle in the grass
pull my hair, bit my cheek, slap my ***
shorter, tighter loved a whole lot longer
pushed behind, throw back 80's stronger
straightened, heated from a blue rinse dude
i am sitting her 3 minutes from rude
throw me away from here, take a stand
eating raw from inside the hand
ruined, borken levelled tiger print sweater
20 marlboro, 2 strokes and its better
dangermouse, grotbag loved forever
tether me, feed me, clothed in dried leather
Bowie, polka dots, illuminated lights
star brights, fist fights, just rights
scuffed my heels on your broken walk
shut your mouth when you talk
broke you, stalked you, wounded you down
turn away from rain as we run thru town
just like a fire
black crow eating berries from the briar
sacred high, dancing beauty
eyes black and smarting, ****** up cutie
batman, she-ra, Holy ****** Cow!
Look at me, **** me
I'm a big girl now
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
Dey real kewl. Dey
selfie skool. Dey
glow goonz. Dey
PC geeks. Dey
luv Jay-Z. Dey
RT #JK. Dey
tan tangaz. Dey
pRT bangaz. Dey
dwn danger. Dey
jack jäger. Dey
dbl dip. Dey
do trip. Dey
l%k weL 7k. Dey
die s%n, LOL innit.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Island girl
Exotix far away
Distant as the milky way
There is a girl and her mom
Baby child barefoot in the sand
simple life no bad man
Eat juicy mango pie
Tropical nite Sky's
no city strife or stress in
Paradise
Island girl reads my mind
she never went to skool
Cant read or write or watch TV
Her mom sells fruit almost for free...
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
WSQF:
Battle of the Bands
tonight we jam, it's the battle of the bands
there's smoke on the stage ***** on the stands
smoke in the rafters, from puffin live
this crowd is ready to rock and jive
AB:
One guitar in hand,
Calling you out animantium plans,
Of having rocktastic fans,
Tattoos and silver lens,
Naked babies,
Naked babies,
Naked babies.
WSQF:
this joint is rockin'
and we be jammin'
some slam dance ritual
and hip hop breakin'
who's gonna take it?
who's gonna take it?
alright...take it to the bridge!
AB:
There is no stoppin what we doin,
Do you smell us when were cookin,
Serving you a hot plate this funkalicious music,
Some old skool flava,
Let us see if you can take it,
All you gotta bop it , move it ,break it,
WSQF:
gonna run some crazy riffs across your brain
sweet heavy metal ..drive you insane
step up the action
raise the stakes
let's see if you got what it takes
AB:
Lead guitarist,
Got a jazzy a vocal,
Bass solos and drums knockin in your ear holes,
Fresh lyrics on a platter,
Cut up nicely,
In to pieces of rock heaven,
Its time to get godly,
WSQF:
home boyz gonna kick it
take it to the next plateau
while your jammin'...face dancer
play those licks real slow
the soul of creation
right there in your hands
this pure fusion..the battle of the bands!
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Sk8 for lyf
I am punx
Shut up mom n dad
I'm 2 kool 4 skool lol
Crunk. Yolo.
ur nut the boss of meez
Im gunna play gaia online
Sk8 like t0ny hawk
Sk8 or die
Arrest me, i'm a sk83r
He was a sk8er b0i
\m/
Sm0k c1gs
c8illin wit my br0z
v4ns w4rp3d tour
SK8PUNX4LYF.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
I should have gone to school
not fooled around.
I should have settled down to algebra
Nah..
I enjoyed my lazy days on river banks
I enjoyed the walks through ranks of butterflies
and fish that looked through fishy eyes at me
where I could be the master of my destiny.
Oh foolish child
what wild ride did I take?
I broke the hearts of tutors preferring roller skates and scooters to the formality of education.
No dried out formulae or calculations could tempt this boy
to attend a place where joy sat silently on the back row.
What I didn't know I found out the hard way
the way I knew
too late now to do
anything about it.
I should have learnt to sit and learn
not learnt to swim
or burnt my bridges.
Furrowed ridges on my brow
Now I know why education
should have been
seen as number one.
But life goes on
another lesson learnt
another bridge that wasn't burnt
but crumbled
under years of weight.
I chalk upon the blackboard slate
'could have done better'
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
As a young child I wanted a right hand.
one to ride with my vibe.
a person I don’t mind to see me cry.
i want a love so strong that it is a sin to the world eyes.
i laugh you laugh...shhhhh!!! I can be corny at times.
when one cries we are there to uplift, because love won’t let the inner die.
you Guernica
i Pablo Picasso
you humbling shinning by my side
tru love is what i’m looking for :)
feel this............i bathe you in a fruit bath
to wash away the world stressful sin.
i dry you off then rub you down with warm oil hmph !!
let the magic begin :)
then we make love like the world is going to end.
just to wake up to see the sunrise again
that was a young child
who became a man
still wanting that right hand
Tru Love Is What I’m looking For :)
as my old skool soul wraps around your heart.
the piano sound dances with the wind
because it has found the thing it’s been looking for.
if i said it once i will say it again
tru love is what i’m looking for :)
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
The Q Man
The Q Man was somebody who was different
He travelled the galaxies and universe doing a job
Flying a Type 6 spaceship interstellar style
Normal space travel took forever and a day
But his ship was a souped one off
With engine and fuel enhancements
Zipping from world to world to work
He lands in a remote place and hides
His pointed ship from observers or spies
And hikes to his location to do the job
The tool of his trade is a long range rifle
Made on Planet Earth three millennia ago
It’s fitted with modified 7. 62mm bullets
These **** every single life form from a mile
On normal blood and body organisms
Normal explosive bullets do the job
With insect like ones with an armoured body
Armour piercing acid bullets eradicate them
He has 3002 different bullet types to use
Each one killing a designated target
The contract killer with no home
Except between the stars in his ship
Living for a dozen centuries extendable
You don’t want to mess with him
Nor be on his **** list as you’re ******
Zapped by an old skool high tech bullet
Fired by the best assassin there ever was
The Q Man and his rifle always on call
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 3:30 PM UTC
Leeza, Lisa’s 14-year-old little sister, is anxious about the first day of school. She didn’t tell me that, I’m not sure 14-year-olds talk anymore.
Now that I’m almost 21, I can roll my eyes, like everyone else, and say, “Teenagers.”
Leeza’s a jingli, all-angles, taller than I am (when did THAT happen),
redhead who’s fast becoming a Lisa-like beauty.
School starts, for her, in 11 days and every piece of clothing she owns is draped across the furniture in her room or the floor, as she organizes her skool outfits.
There’s a pile of rejected apparel in one corner - the outcasts -
and a stack of magazine cutouts showing the clothes she plans to buy.
I wandered into her room that afternoon and she watched
me suspiciously, like I might steal her nonexistent baby.
“These might go together,” I said, holding up a top and skirt as a combo.
She winced, involuntarily, as if exposed to something distasteful.
Apparently, I’m getting old and my teen-taste is attenuated or worse yet - past its expiration date.
.
.
A song for this:
Houdini by Eminem [E]
Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 3:27 PM UTC
Homeless in paradise, it's never that clean
Home free, since I was a middle-aged teen
Purple haze trees, as my life's infrastructure
Smelling the scent, of my bohemian subculture
Playing along the boardwalks of Venice Beach
Passersby, all the time just begging to screech
Their rude undertones, as they sip on their latte
Surely, I was a given, for a dope smokin' runaway
I must admit, I am a drunk
I will admit, I did love punk
I won't admit, I'm not a hot *****
Have to admit, at skool I did flunk
I'll **** it up, to make a quick buck
But, will you admit, you're a flaming schmuck?
Living in paradise, was forever my scene
Hassle-free start to my touring routine
Purple haze shades, my life now has structure
You see the success, of my worldwide pop culture
Gracing stages of past fame, always to a beat
Fanatical fans always be wanting to meet
Sifting my bin, for stuff I've worn, this be stalking
I'm the greatest musical queen, I've heard them talking
I must admit, I am a drunk
I will admit, I did love punk
I won't admit, I'm not a hot *****
Have to admit, at skool I did flunk
I'll **** it up, to make a quick buck
But, will you admit, you're a flaming schmuck?
Hurting in paradise, for wherever I'm seen
Hitting trees, I ditched my last limousine
Injecting purple haze into my veins, now I’ve suffered
On Youtube, my once famous sculpture is buffered
Fooling around, the ***** strips, never that discreet
With my purple haze shades, I was fast on my feet
Families, not mourning, nor crying, putting me 6 feet under
Atlantic contracts, royalties accrued, now easy to plunder
In departing my last scene, I'd become fatally unstuck
Because of how I'd been living, as a dim-witted, schmuck.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
Booted
The boss was a real fecking ****** who abused his position
Now he’s got the golden boot and is no longer there
But he goes to the company cark park to see his lieutenant
Who is just the same as him an equal seller more arrogant!
The original boss was quite a nice guy not a *******
It was his elite selling unit he set up that stunk of elitism
You’re not fecking fighter pilots so why the fake Godliness
It all stinks of ******** and **** licking all the way
Tong that far up the **** it comes outa their **** mouth
Who will fill the original boss’ boots will it be his lieutenant?
Who went to the same skool and was trained the same way
Instructions and orders are sent via messenger do this and that
Keep at it run the account my way this way I’m still there
My influence is like Uncle Joe Stalin always present and seeing
Give them Hell drove them to break to leave hire and fire ‘em
Still give me some wanga it’s my account even if I’m booted
Jul 16, 2023
Jul 16, 2023 at 8:00 AM UTC
I miss you like a homeless person miss food and shelter
I miss you like a poet misses the ideal they once had but forgot to write it down
I miss you like a scab misses the skin that was once there not exposing its insides
I miss you like a new Yorker misses the last bus of the night
I miss you like a kid misses it stuff teddy bear
I miss you like a teenager's summer night
I miss you like a smokers last blunt before entering rehab
I miss you like hip hop miss tupac and biggie
I miss you like a old skool movie, I miss you like misery misses company
I miss You like flowers miss the sun in the winter time
I miss you like a ****** missed its virginity after losing too the person they thought they will spend forever with.
I miss you like the 90's.
I miss you like the phrase " I miss you"
I can't recall the last time I heard your voice, it's been awhile since you been gone, but I need you to know I miss you. & whenever I'm alone I think about you knowing I probably haven't even crossed your mind until now.
I was unsure how to tell you & not sound so cliche, so I spent all day and night thinking of a way to express myself and make your heart smile at the same time.
I did it cause I cared and wish you was here
so you no longer have to read my poems, so you no longer have yo spend the night along. So you no longer have tho wipe your tears aways , so you no longer have to wake up without me or a smile on your fface.
I miss you more then I can explain , cause words don't mean a thing without action but your not here & the thought of you fills my satisfaction.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
found out my friend's husband had a stroke,
he's in a wheelchair now
corporate America has bought
all the places where i use to hang out
"fry street" is now townie's
the whole vibe's kind of moved to the square
and those run down old apartments
have a waiting list up to six years
a place where ya use to drink all night,
play chess, or stop to cool your head
now sales sandwiches
made all... on Pita Bread
there's a place beside where the "hack-circle" is no more
that says "crusty.." something by the door
making it clear that my days of 'rad' are dead
(screwit)
i think i'll get a bite down at "banter" instead
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
Teachers? I'll give you ****** teachers!
There was a lazy old worm
dodged him most of the term
he would let you go home
if you bought him a tome
that stimulated shedding of *****
another thought he was fine
but at lunch he would sup on red wine
of english he thought that I could do nought
and mocked me all of the time
another for boredomes sake
found a rule he thought he could break
smash the lid of a desk on a boy he detests
then tell him the tears he does fake
then there was Mr pereira
how we wished he was fairer
never gave a toss 'cos he was the boss
but there was one even scarier
Red-Neck....
Big and crazy
very lazy
beat the ****
out of me with his mate
for reasons they found hazy
used the dap
I wouldn't cry
so they got
metre rulers
and they did try
the brass bit cut my leg
and ripped my trousers
bullying *****
which was lousier
all I did was come in late
was depressed and sick
and full of hate for school
but a good boy not a fool
scarred me a bit
ha! they were all full of ****
when I passed my exams
they resented it
Best days of my life?
DOWN WITH SKOOL.....
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 12:47 PM UTC
wait for me
on the concert grounds
of the bands we don’t even listen to;
wait for me
‘til you find yourself
singing to the second verse
of a rock song
you hear for the first time —
that one is gonna be our song, darling.
wait for me
in old malls and museums
people no longer come to;
wait for me on the forgotten stairs
'til you see my ragged old skool
and my bad, orange hair
parting the crowd
to give you my bear hugs.
wait for me
in coffee shops that play
my favorite songs;
wait for me with that
black coffee in hand
'til i arrive an hour later
to appease you with
kisses that smell like subways
cause they’re what
i give best.
wait for me
in busy, city streets
valleyed by nameless
skyscrapers;
wait for me in strangers’ cars
at 5 am 'til a sunray
hits my face a meter across
from where you are.
wait for me
by the shore,
where promises are lost
in the sea spray;
where the starless skies
can watch me drown
in the scent of your hair
when the sea is right before us.
wait for me, darling —
wait for me until
we no longer have to say
our i love you’s
through calls and texts
but in front of each other.
wait for me until
you no longer find
an “i have to go” note at three am
but my arms,
wrapped around your body
and my lips
planted on your neck.
wait for me, darling —
wait for me until
we no longer miss each other
more often than not,
and until the only waiting
we’ll do
is you, waiting for me
to get off work,
and me, waiting for you
to wake up.
wait for me until the moment
you find me
there,
next to you;
wait for me until
your home becomes my home,
and until all we’ll have
to wait for
are delayed flights
and underrated movies to start
and dishes served late
and our hand, finding each other
instantly after seconds
of being away.
wait for me darling —
wait for me until i’m there
forever,
and until we no longer
have to wait.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 7:32 AM UTC
I started school in nineteen hundred and typing error. But we were so poor growing up we had to share clothes, so I could only go to school every other day on account of being a twin. PE was a little embarrassing as I had a twin sister. It wasn't so much playing rugby in a netball skirt, no – my problem was trying to iron the pleats back in afterwards.
At 6 years old I was cast in my infant schools nativity play as 3rd reserve palm tree, in a play with no palm trees in it. When I complained to the teacher she told me to stop moaning and remember what jesus taught us.
“Can I be that?” I asked
“What?” she said
“You said jesus had a tortoise, can I be the tortoise?”
At 14 years old I was given a major role in my upper schools annual PTA play. We were doing Romeo and Juliet and I was cast as – the balcony. However on the night of the performance, unlike in rehearsals, the girl playing Juliet wore stiletto heels. So when she stepped onto the balcony (me) it yelped and rolled over. She went base over apex knocking over Romeo and landed spread-eagled on the floor that revealed her underwear to the whole audience. I am sure I speak for every parent, teacher and pupil in that hall when I say that I can never look at My Little Pony in the same way ever again. She never spoke to me again – like it was my fault!
(Oct 2020)
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 6:48 AM UTC
Being well principled,
Is called "old skool",
And its not easy to hold on tight
To good principles,but even when you manage you're called a fool,
Its like the tv,social media have really become the devils tool,
Natural beauty is called ugly,
Its said only make up can fix you greatly,
That's the ******* we're beginning to consume,
I think we need to pause,rewind to the time of good principles,then resume.
An ideal body image is set,
And if you don't measure up to that,your looks aren't great,
The question is who's anyone,
To set up such standards for everyone?
Accept and love who you are,
Make your own rules,
Don't let anyone define who you are.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Elaborate and planned to precision
For Jane it was an easy decision
Of how to off load her misery
And how to correct her history
How to finally balance the books
After so many adulterous *****
She moved from Renfrew, Ontario
Planning in detail his death blow
How to publicly punish both of them
mischieviously causing much mayhem
So she diligently trained as a silent magician
Loathing to obsession but a fleeting transition
-----------
Weeks and months past
Feeding her ambition
She mastered her craft
as a vengeful tactician
Then out to the streets
wowing the crowds
Under clear blue skies
and the rain clouds
The year marched on,
months got warmer.
Her cold heart iced over
as a performer
of remarkable street illusion
a brand new /old skool fusion
cell phone appearing in a sealed drink
swords through heads that didn't blink.
.
~~
.
Her act was ready
utterly convincing
soon those *******
shall be wincing...
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
Well....
To waking up every morning to an artificial purpose...
Let's drink to that *****
To crying over a guy that didn't value you...
Cheers *****
To nights spent in agony of Failure...
Cheers....
To going to skool only for validation of friends...
Cheers...
To shying away from yours true self cheers...
Like cheers cheers and cheers...
This is and was my life..
But this time lets make a new cheers...
A cheers to 2015...year of new
Year of York
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
Well well well time to tell Pandora box sparked from hell fire at close range click this phat
trophy for ****** up the madness open up the flyn' rat-tatz! and they thought they can kick it like ol skool Reeboks
This be Monday
Slap that Saterday
It's still payday American Inkstuh
Pens be sizzling like grills muthuh fuckuh
Wait... this ain't no street talk
I be better than a heated ham hawk
Critics help the senile
Hey I propose to you a young poetic juvenile
I threaten what is bull ****
Woop that with BOOTS TO ***** like The Rock got tired of them candy *****
Fortitude is non if you don't have the move to walk it ***
I chew fiber from your brain
Drain the intellect like the blood from the brother of Cain
School you to respect
Peel truth from your two face tongue one layer at a time
Feed you a plate of broken glass
to swallow that crime
If you know better don't waist time
Because that lie gone sit on your chest in repeat till you die.
(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish
Rebel of Eden
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
Whatever happened to poems rhyming?
You cannot tell me that trend is now dying?
Whatever happened to the artist's demise?
Of finding a word to match the last line?
Now all I see are thesaurus-y words,
Like really? Whoever has heard of "demurred?"
I get it, it's new, it's hip, it's "in"
But to not rhyme in a poem should be considered a sin.
Get off this fad before it's too late.
Poems should rhyme, there is no debate.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
Fake or True ... ???
Which One Are You ... ?
Are You Simply A FAKE ... ?
Who's Just On The Make ... ?
Or ...
Are You ... EVEN WORSE ... ?
A Snake On The Make ... !?!
Whose Purpose In Life ...
Is To Have The WHOLE CAKE ... !?!
So ....
What Makes People FAKE ... ???
In Some It's This Simple ...
When They Look In Your Face ...
Their Pupils ... " DILATE " ... !!!
But ... What About Those ...
Who Have Eyes Like A Snake .... ?
Don't Make The ... "ASS-UMPTION"
These People Are ... Fake ... !!!
It's Actions They Take ...
That'll PROVE If They're Fake ... !!!!!
The Presumption You've Made ...
May Mean ... YOU ARE FAKE ... ?!?
Presumption Is Always ...
A ... Fake Fools Mistake ... !!!
DON'T Presume That You Know ...
What A Person Will Show ... !!!
Cos' Fake People Hide Behind ...
Their ..... " BRAVADO " ...... !!!!!
Rather Like CERTAIN Poets ...
Hide Behind Their ... EGO ... !!!
Or Rappers ...
Who Hide Behind ...
Gangsta Type Flows ...
Which ...
Just Goes To Show ...
How Little They Know ... !!!
Gangsters ... DON'T Talk ...
When They're ... Ready To BLOW ... !!!!!
You Won't Get A Chance ...
To Say Bye ... When You Go ... !!!
FAKENESS ... And EGO ...
DO NOT Define ME Though ... !!!
But Poems I'm Writing ...
Sometimes Have ... Rap Flow ...
Which Just Goes To Show ...
That ... Everything Rap ...
Ain't About Killing Blacks ... !!!
So To ... ALL YOU KIDS ...
I Hope You're HEARING THAT ... !!!!!!
I Try To ... Spit FACTS ...
To Prove To Young Blacks ...
To .... " Of Course " ....
... " Mind The GAP " ... !!!!!
WATCH OUT For The Trap ...
Cos' That's What MP's Want ...
TRUST ME ... BELIEVE That ... !!!!!!
These Words ...
Are The TRUTH ... !!!
STOP Acting UNCOUTH ...
And ... Most of All ....
............ " STOP" ......... !!!!!!!!
All This ... KILLING OF YOUTH ...
Cos' This ... Simply Proves ...
You Know NOT ...
WHAT YOU DO .... !!!
Ohhhh ........
You May Have ... "Your Crew" ...
But .....
When PRESSURE Comes ... !!!
I Hope They're All TRUE ... ?!?
Cos' When The Cops Come ... !!!
It May Just Be .... YOU ....
Who Sits In THE DOCK ...
In A ....... Quiet Courtroom .................................................
Orlando ... May BLOOM ...
But Now YOU SEE Gloom ....................................................................
Cos' ... Bars And A CELL ...
Are Now Your BEDROOM ... !?!
So ....
How Does THAT Sound ... ?!?
A Fate Filled With DOOM ... !!!
A Life ... " UPSIDE DOWN " ...
Kind of Like A ... Mushroom ... ?
These Are ...
Some of The Reasons ...
I TRY To Be ... " TRUE " ...
Cos' ... Life's NEVER EASY ...
And CAN Leave You .... "BLUE" .... !!!
But ...... ???
This Could POSSIBLY BE ... ???
Cos' You're ... FAKE AND UNTRUE ... ?!?
And ... LIE TO YOURSELF .....
When Dealing With ... " YOU " ...
Which ...
Leads You To LYING ...
To Others In View .....
Just Like These FAKE PEOPLE ....
In Life ... Like To DO ... !!!!
I'm From The ... " OLD SKOOL " ...
Where Lying Was Deemed ....
To Be Something For FOOLS ... !!!!
But .....
Let Me Just STRESS ... !!!
I've Lied In My Youth .... !!!
But NOW Have The VIRTUE ...
of ... Telling THE TRUTH ... !!!!!!
Even IF It ... HURTS YOU ... !!!
Or IF It ... HURTS ME ... !!!
But TRUTH ... In The End ...
Is How Things SHOULD BE ... !!!!
Cos' Then ... We MIGHT SEE ...
It's Pointless To RUN FROM ...
........... " REALITY " ......... ???!???
In The End ... How You Be ...
Might ... Leave You At SEA ... !!!
In Your NEW POWER BOAT ...
WITHOUT ... Any Key ... !!!!
DRIFTING ... NOT Sinking ...
Looking For A ... " QUAY " ... !!!
But NONE Are In Sight ...............................
You're Now In A Plight ...
Cos' Your Fakeness Has Left You ...
DARKENED ... Like THE NIGHT ... !!!
Ready To ... " SWITCH " ...
But YOU TURNED OFF THE LIGHT ... !!!!!
Well ... That's My INSIGHT ...
Into ... Doing What's RIGHT ... !!!!!!
I've Left You Some Clues ...
To ... Look INTO YOU ...
So .....
What Will You FIND ... ???
When You ...
Look INTO ... YOU .. !?!
Are You ..........
" FAKE or ...........
Are You TRUE ... ??? "
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
Am a lass fae Govan
There a wiz born n breid
When a wiz wee a wiz playing tig oan the *****
N a split ma poor wee heid
Fae Glesga tae Fife
Wiz where we went
Tae a flat in Methil
That ma maw goat fur rent
Tae skool a went like
A scaredey cat, a didny know wit ti expect
Second year it the high skool
Wiz a bit eh a pain in the neck
Home eckie wiz the class
A waaaanted it tae be fun
Skool went well n a started wurk
Tull a wiz cooking a bun
Am a mammy eh 3 noo
Bit wit kin a say?
A replaced the telly
Nae mare tumbles in the hay
Ma weans are getting big fast
Aw gawn ti skool their self
But if a dont shake ma *** now
A might get left oan the shelf
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC