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Sjr1000 Feb 2014
I've been digging
through this dumpster
far too long
trying to get to the bottom of it all.
Slimey sweet stench
there's my first love
my first pipe
my last light
my first rush
my last gush
my first bet
my last buck
"the game ain't over
until the rent money's gone."

I am down a deep hole
and my only tool is a shovel
I've got that one choice
but to go
down
down
down.
Drunk and dial
Drunk and poetry
how did I get here
how do I get out?

I'm a spiritual wasteland
connected to no one
connected to nothing
My drug
My man
My woman
My casino
The rush comes first
The numbness comes last
until
death, insanity or jail
is within my grasp.
I do what I do
But I am allergic too
you understand
when I do what I do
I break out in handcuffs
jail cells
strapped down to beds
looking around
longing for my dumpster
and
what I might have found.

1st Step
12th Step
I've done them all
though the 13th Step
I liked the best
Sponsors have come and gone
Spiritual awakenings
have all been done
I am back in this dumpster
where I had begun.

There is an exquisite mystery
at the heart of it all
the internal shift
happens
an inside job
The 21 year old's first black out
enough is enough
The 60 year old
on his fifth DUI
going out for one more round.

It is true
I have seen it many times
Recovery can be found
Hope restored
Wisdom in these halls
Peace within these walls
The dumpster closed
and left behind
A ladder falls and arrives
acceptance and gratitude
combine
as they say
"One day at a time."
"Poker the game ain't over until the rent money is gone" was on a greeting card.
13th Stepping is hitting on new comers in meetings.   I am not in recovery yet, but I always need to add the yet.
maryJAEne Dec 2013
Tony Story
Tony killed his ol’man Ty for a whole brick
Lined’em all up and gave’em the whole clip
Said he wasn’t eatin he wanted his own ****
And not to mention Ty was ****** his Ol’*****
But Ty wasn’t a shoota, that ***** just sold bricks
And Tony he was reckless he never had no picks
Tony was like the Alpo, Ty was the Lil Rich
2 ****** with a dream that plotted on goin rich
Started as a team but Ty had got on stiff
Jealousy the reason that Ty got left all stiff
Got Tony at the viewin, Ty mom cryin to’em
He hug’er, he tell’er who ever did this he gone do’em
From there it was a silence, she aint condone violence
But they killed’er only son, so when he said it she just nodded
And he told’er that he got’er, grimey at its best, Like tony had a cold
You feel the slimey in his chest. YES! He had the nerve to carry the casket
Strapped up before he went, he had to carry his ratchet, he nervous, walkin
Like he tryna carry’em faster, ***** even grabbed the shovel tried to burry’em faster. Next week he at the mall, Rolly on his arm, 2 bad ******* with’em laughn havin a ball. Seen Ty cousin Paul, Paul couldn’t believe it. Same ***** ask’em for
A front last weekend. Walk around the mall Louie on, Bags Nimen, With the gold diggen ******* Lil Ki and Bad Trina. He dap Tony up, Tryna cap tony up, in his head he thinkin how he gone CLAP Tony up. But Tony he aint worried cause he strapped Tony up, 7 days of runnin he already turned it up. He got Pauly burnin up, he ready to Ride, He know Tony a killer, but he ready to die. AHHHHHHHHH, smell the death all in the air, Pauly thinkin bout puttin a check all on his head, but he cant, cause Tony he done killed his first cousin, if he let somebody else do it, it wont mean nothin. He wanna see’em bleedin, he wanna see’em gaspin, wanna watch’em die slow like he sufferin from cancer. Feel like Tony did it but he ont really know the answer, so he gone let it burn, until it get confirmed. Couple months fly by, Tony on the high rise, started flippin chicken now he got them chickens in like Popeye. Pauly still getting it, he always been a top guy, he aint really club but tonight he gone stop by. Seen Lil Ki & dem, it was 2 or 3 of dem, standin in the line he said ima pay for me and dem. Pulled his money out, started countin it and teasin’em, you know Ki gold diggen *** wanna be with’em. Slid up in the club told the waiter give me 3 of dem, bottles of that ***** now Ki just wanna leave with’em. He said where ya phone at? She said where you gone at? He said ima slide out, She said ima ride out. Told’er friends call yall tomorrow when I get to my moms house. They got right up outta there, took’er to his side house. Soon as they got in the crib she just blew his mind out, waisted off them bottles Pauly boy she on a nod off. But Pauly he aint goin sleep, grabb’er phone up off the sheets, took it to the livin room her messages he going through, scroll up to Tony name he text’er whatchu doin boo, she text’em back im in the crib, he text’er back you comin through, she text where im comin to? He text back 1022, Woodstock in North Philly, take the E-way to the Zoo. She said that im comin now, Look at here what Pauly found, got the drop on Tony where he live now its goin down. Couple weeks later Pauly on Woodstock, sittin in his many van, Tented with his hood cocked. Tony just rolled up Pauly got the good drop, 44 in his hand bout to make the hood ROCK. Tony slippin, Pauly all dippin, walk up on his car like what’s POPPIN lil *****. Tony lookin shocked, his glock was in his box so he couldn’t grab for it, Paul said that’s ya *** boy. He said you still need that work that you asked for, Dropped it all on his lap it was 4 in a half raw. Tony he lookin crazy he know that’s the last draw and Pauly just let it go, put its prains on the dash board. POW!
softcomponent Sep 2014
the adderall dripping down the back of my throat tastes like sour oranges. little patches of sooty blackness caress the strange dips under my eyeballs as a sign of overworked modernity eating filth to break the fast of a dinnerless evening. cars... more and more cars... glide up Johnson Street on direction to an anywhere packed with reason and meaning, travel-wrung after hours of work and play like Greek tragicomedies written in an Indo-European language lost to the passage of endless time in the Urals. Trailing behind us, the Cossack signaled for the rest of his entourage to approach a little slower if the city were to be won from the Mongol horde approaching Baghdad at the eastern gate (A.D. 1258) and within the little eyelid movies drizzling through my mind every time I close my eyes, I heard screams and scrambled hashtags pleading for humanitarian assistance.. pleading for a chance to rescue the Islamic Golden Age from the brink of its twilight battle with obliviously obvious tired-eyed savagery reveling in the soft moonlit warmth of Mesopotamian beachsand. Blood was being worn as some sort of slimey undergarment, leveling the entire populace to a place so far gone, the mind could no longer discern the universe as a set of tetris patterns blocked and connected with a light string of consciousness, the light of intense college-student starvation as if tuition were the bloodlands trapped between ****** and Stalin.

There isn't much to be said for the way she used to dance. It was sort of like a jimmied cow-- I say 'jimmied' in the context of a cow, out late, midwestern meadow, center of the winter, shivering... shivering so profusely, it was almost as if it were dancing. Dancing, jimmied, silly, frightened, escapist sentiments pulsing through his beef belly blood as if he were capable of some sort of latent sentience, some sort of ability to discern love from hate, black from white, ethical standards from matters of the spirit. That's the way she danced.

She'd shiver to the beat like a dangling mango, misplacing herself in the music. She would cry a little, too. You could see the tears in her aura, flagrantly asking to be left alone. Flagrantly leasing themselves to the moment and whatever delight the moment could afford.

She asked me; "so, what do you look for in a girl?"
I said: "a decalcified pineal gland."

She jingled her keys in front of me, and smiled. I lost myself in someone elses talking points; across the room, I could hear the chatter of some teenage lip-reader repeating her every word line-for-line. It was 12:58 AM, the Mongols began their destruction of the Abbasid libraries. I just stood there, amazed at the near ventriloquism of this strange pretender. Was he, perhaps, pulling her strings? Was she, perhaps, a puppet? Was there, perhaps, an instant connection between these 2 brains on the quantum level, one effecting the other, regardless of the distance in space and time?
Lavender Menace Mar 2020
I hate hamburgers. The meat seems purpluent and frankly, the whole entourage is terribly disdaining.
Although I know it's wrong of me to choose my slimey, unhealthy version of the food mixture, I adore it so. The beautiful, white thick and firm yet light and fluffy vanilla waffle bun, with holes that could tear your very soul out (and your drive to lose weight) and lead it to a creamfilled neverland of euphoric bliss.
The raspberries and they're very mucilaginous texture, ever tempting me alike sweet filled ***** tempts up your stomach and out of your mouth because the habit and this strangely erodic hamburger that you can't seem to keep away from yourself.
Under those sticky temptations that humans named raspberries. Lies an evil not to be released unto this innocently skinny world. The gluttonous rice, the red bean paste. And. the. Unholy amount of S U G A R… yes, my fellow small waist golden cricket. For the good of hell and heaven I will warn you of the gluttonous evil called the mochi patty. We've all heard of mochi. That beautiful ice cream filled tragedy. Only my vividly destructive hell that i call an imagination could conjure this terrible fat producer as a patty in this baneful “hamburger” this mochi patty creates an all ailing armageddon in your calorie count. And a suburb genesis for your tastebuds, for the smooth, powdered sweet beauty is the bane of all. The fall of man was brought by mochi, because mochigome is an angelic harm.
The next ingredient in this burger of allure is a safe ingredient. F i n a l l y.
Honey
Mustard.
It's but in normal food and it's not too sweet, there must be SOME health benefits of it surely? That small amount of spice in the creamy oasis. Mixes gracefully with the rest of its poisonous peers.
Now back to my torture of pain and of chocolate *****, next is something hard to save you from all this soft. But don't be fooled just yet, this slab of hard is N O T a salvation. For a slab of hershey's milk chocolate is not ideal for hale. The brits can't even handle how much sugar is in this bar of pure D I S A S T E R. your immune system can't take this angelic evil, eat a carrot instead.
Strawberry ice cream is next made with sugar, vanilla, strawberry flavoring, and E V I L.
Filling your large intestine with sin, strawberry ice creams smooth, creamy flavor. With tiny chunks of cheesecake that squish between your teeth and travel down your throat like columbus, come to enslave the naitive americans that is your pride. Be warned strawberry ice cream might smell like the top of a baby's head going in, but going out it smells like artificial strawberry ***** and shame.
Popped like little tuberculosis bubbles in the saten ice cream. Is what people call bursting boba. I call them orbs of joy, the smooth surface in your mouth is always a surprise, it feels like a cyanide pill. Until it goes P O P in your mouth releasing sweet calcium lactate and artificial flavoring into your soul. They never fail to make you happy. But of course, as all happiness seems to do it eventually makes you want to throw your fat self off a cliffside and that bursting boba will be the cause of your head B U R S T I N G. on the sement.
And last but certainly not least you get to taste the savory evil that is the vanilla waffle bun, once again. And O H H this old friend is not very fun to see once again. The thick bun might be expansive on its own, but i promise it will E X P A N D in your poor stomach. And tasting all of this heinous resplendent horror together will probably **** you from an aneurysm or obesity, or diabetes, or disappointment. But all together it's perfect. And a disaster.
A perfect disaster.
Soooo, funny story actually. This was not meant to be a poem, my seminar professor assigned me to write something about the Perfact hamburger using "evocitive words" and I procrastinated untill the day it was due so I wrote this whole thing like an hour before I was sopposed to turn it in and my friend read over it and told me it kinda sounded like poetry, she then proceeded to force me to post it on here. I went a bit overboard on everything so I'm very sorry for that.
Zack Mar 2014
Don't be scared to sneeze in MATH105
Blow these numbers off the page, so I can finally have an excuse to
Blow off some time with you

I want to memorize what that sneeze sounds like, unique to the individual
Each sound varies upon sneezers voice,
allergies, voice box, larynx, even personality
If that's all true, I bet even you, sneeze as **** as a *******!

The only thing that I want more wet and slimey than the inside of your elbow,
Is the way we make love
"Oh baby, that's it!
Sneeze for me! Sneeze harder!
Sneezed like you've never sneezed
for a man before and then sneeze
harder!"

Don't EVER hold a sneeze back!
You're not only killing brain cells
But killing me as well!
I want to see what kind of tornados
you can throw when a dust storm
gets at you
What demons are you hiding,
not letting Christ expel

Don't be ashamed!
Are you scared that just you're sneeze
Will create tsunami waves of attention
If so! I'm buying a front row ticket wearing
nothing but arm floaties and a rain coat

If you get sick, kiss me with your breathe
And well get over this cold- feet together

I want to know your sneeze so when we
Are cooking dinner, you can be half way through inhale
And I'll have a tissue and the words
"Bless you"
Already trotting outta my mouth

I want to be the blessed one
To be within hearing distance
Be able to bless you back  
See you come outta your shell for .237 seconds
There to catch the science of your anatomy jumping off the cliff of your nose

I want to be in the bookstore,
Reading super hero graphic novels
And hear you in your boredom two floors up at Starbucks, sneeze,
And be able to say
"YES! THATS MY MAN!!"
You hear that one Peter Parker?
Try to dodge your spidey-sense around that one!
That's a sneeze that'd make the phone booth go inside Clark Kent!

We'll have two kids, named
Gesundheit and Salud
The cat's name will be Ah-Choo
Unless you're allergic to cats
Then scratch the kids, we'll have
A cat zoo! So I can hear the symphony
Of your nostrils on the daily

If you think this poem is gross
Wait tell you see the way I sneeze
When I'm thinking of you
Backlit Desire Jul 2012
casket, casket, buried deep, will you ever let me sleep?
rising inch by inch to the top of ground, let out that beast that sleeps so sound.
poking, rotting, stench filled air, shall you occupy dying despair?
without a word, up forth it springs, to the madness that my heart still gleams.
crazed and cursed for ever more, you will decompose way before.
maggots squirming, loss of life, this is something made by a knife.
keen and sly it slips so nice, from under your chin it was a slice.
draining red no more, soaked and breathless upon the floor.
"why?" you ask, we'll never know.
falling faster ,faster for hells repour.
sticky, slimey cavern walls, over and over the calmness calls.
she lost her mind and found a pill. taken before against her will.
now she writhes and moans only to gurlge on that pink foam.
fading darkness coming fast, never did she think it would be her last.
now the demons tear and bite. each one overjoyed by her fright.
choking, coughing unable to breath, he sat up with liquid running down his sleeve.
razor clipped tendons from wrist to rut. an elbow bent like a ***** ****.
draining, pale, eyes rolled back. now its time to hit the sack.
another one found that their dying breath was nothing more than a **** fest.
painted senseless, it never to be told. lied, cried, denied, inside, confide.
let out that evil sin so i can make you live in hell again.
the devils might, needed no more, yet watching me from below the floor.
gripping, grabbing, groping, nothing to hold. not even a light in all the void.
wither, wasted, wonton, worthless flames flickering among your decrepit names.
say it once to me now! now again! i say. let me hear you forget to pray.
casket, casket buried deep...will you ever let me sleep?
The aliens are coming to turn young into old



If you are a reasonably young person and you want to have some fun
Make sure the aliens don't capture you and attempt to eat you up
They will start at your feet, after you have a walk
And then he'll put his slimey hand to your mouth, when you start to talk
No matter how many times you relax
You can't get rid of them
Because they seem to want to push down on you, driving you f..n mad
Every time you get off your chair
Your legs are so very tired
And seeing that your under 50, there is something weird going on
You could say you are aging quicker before the rest
But I put it to laziness, you just think that it is aging
And you are ****** fine with that
But now we say, oh yeah for sure
It's the aliens that are doing the trick
They push on your feet, and put pressure on your head
And making your hands move around like crazy
And after a while your brain goes weak and you feel so hazy
You need to tell someone, yes you do, cause you have to beat them, oh yeah
Every time you think about life, you hear voices you remember
And some you want to forget and then the aliens come
And be these friends flying through the air
Leaving you with memories of being teased heavily
Then you tell then to get ******, they say na
Because these aliens are wanting to tease you
And they will do it, and then make you f..n cry
So, the aliens would
Start nibbling on your feet
And then up your leg
Pass the knee
Up toward the thigh
In the waist, and the abs as well
Toward the chest, and now up to the neck
Then after the head he has eaten you up
And then he'll spit out the hair
Because he hates that, oh yeah he does
And now he has you in his trap
You will experience aches and pains when your old
And any thought of thinking young, will leave your brain
So dudes, don't let those aliens win, be careful
You don't get too tired, just relax and beat those aliens
The aliens aren't coming no more, they're leaving
Too bad, boo hoo to you


Sent from my iPhone
some of us are bog people
we live with the snails and the maggots
making bacteria
we're suckers for substance
the dirt speaks to us
some of us are bog people
we hang with the microorganisms
making pilgrimages
we're slimey silt and silage
full-tilt and raw
the dirt wants us

dig it or dig it not
we can't help it
some of us are just bog people
spending time in a natural environment, hills, fields, mountains, sea, sky, woods, dogs, rats, , sheep, cows, horses; watching the insects and flies doing their day inspired the above............the comparisons to us humans are many.
Andra Sep 2019
june.

a year.
it's been a year since i have been a totally different person.
and i don't know if i should
thank you
or
hate you
for turning me into
this person that can't love
anymore.
this person that can't feel
anymore.
this person that doesn't care
anymore.

everything is flat and colourless.
everything is 1D now

and i miss those moments when
i felt everything so strongly that i wanted to smash my head against the walls.

i feel that now,
but out of frustration that
nothing wakes up in me.
nothing good.

only tar, mud and slimey walls.

i look in the mirror and all i can see
is a pale, skinny, vacant face.

and i pull myself
to be like before.
before you.

but she is so foreign from me
that i don't know how to get to her.
how to rediscover her.

and like this
i drag myself
from one day to the other
hoping that
tomorrow
it will be
better.

closed in a dark soundproof room
which i can't escape.

and you...
you think i'm hopping around picking flowers...
Noah Clark Dec 2017
I tend to distance myself from venomous people.

Like snakes they slither in to your life

And strike when your most vulnerable.

Deceptive and devious

Masters of manipulation.

I know some snakes.

Slimey, cold hearted, slithery snakes.

The way they insert themselves

into your heart

and extract the deepest and darkest information

Only to use it against you

so effortlessly
its repulsive
Yet impressive

Keep yourselves from snakes
Slimey
Slithery
Sneaky
Snakes
They'll ruin you
To my dearest "friends"
Brody Thompson Oct 2012
Who are your heroes?
What kind of spell
Do they put on you?
Better count your zeros.
Cant let something you use
Use you too.
Let me be me, and I'll be fine.
And I'll go back to the road
With laces on the line.

Which direction are you headed?
Cause it's lookin mighty low.
But if I don't lose control,
How else will I ever know?

Not enough nights
I can't remember.
Not enough ink
On my skin.
Not enough knowledge
Laid to waste.
Greeting the things
I once called sin.
Thought I knew it all,
King of the world.
Davey Jones' Locker,
Just a slimey old pearl.

All our idols
Suicidals,
In denials,
Crooked smiles.
I am allowed to say no. In fact, I have the right to say no. My body is a temple, and I get to choose who gets to access the lower regions and the inner sanctum. You do not get to choose for me. You do not get to slide your slimey hands all over my body if I say no. You do not get to touch my **** or my front if I should say so.

Yet, many do not believe that a man has as much of a right to the word no as a woman. Let me tell you ladies and gents, I have just as much of a right to use and mean the word no as a woman does. I can get *****, assaulted, abused, bruised, and hurt, emotionally, physically, and mentally too.

Do you know how hard it is to get up, to go to bed, to sleep, to live with a smile on your face, when you're  looking for the next person who might want take advantage of you. Do you know how sick it makes me feel when someone calls me attractive because that's how he tried to convince that I'm okay with what he was doing? Do you know how hard it is to not flinch when a man casually touches me. Do you know how hard it is to survive when touch was the only thing that offered me true comfort, but now gives me panic attacks?

Do you know how hard it is to survive on a day to day basis when the right to say no was unwillingly taken away. Do you know how hard it is to smile and laugh, love yourself and your life while looking around every corner, trying to identify who the next attacker is, wondering the next time you'll be the victim?

I have just as much of the right to say no as anyone else. Just because I'm a man, because I'm always supposed to want to ***, because I'm confident in myself and my sexuality, does not mean you have the right to ignore words, ignore that I. Do. Not. Want. To. Do. Anything. With. You.

So many people say that they hold no stereotypes or expectations for other people, but the society I live in expects me not to have the right to say no. So thank you everyone, those who taught others that men can't say no, to those who tried to make me conform, and to those who say nothing at all because you, you make it easier for someone to take advantage of a man who doesn't know or believe he has the right to say no.
Big Virge Feb 2020
George Lammings' Definition ...  
Inspired ... THIS INSCRIPTION ...  

Which Delves Into Descriptions ...  
of SLIME Within Our Vision ... !!!  

HUMAN Slime ... BELIEVE That's Right ... !!!  
They DON'T Turn GREEN But Most Are MEAN ...  
Just Like The HULK ... When He Gets ANGRY ... !!!  
  
SMASHING Lives Because They're ... "Sly" ...  
And Are QUICK To Comply With Those Who LIE ... !!!  
  
So Do They Have The Right To Do What They Like ... ?!?  
I DON'T ThinK So And THAT's ... NO JOKE ... !!!!!  
  
UNLIKE The Hulk These People ... " skulk " ...  
Because Their Bite AIN'T Worth A ***** ... !!!!!!  
  
They're DIFFERENT Types ... !?!  
DIFFERENT In Ways That AREN'T So Nice ... !!!  
  
Some Are WIVES ... DON'T Be SURPRISED ... !!!  
There's As Many of Them As There Are GUYS ...  
Who Could Be DEFINED As ... " HUMAN SLIME " ... !!!!!  
  
The Types Whose RISE Is Down With CRIME ... !!!  
Crimes A PLENTY Cos' They're EVER READY ...
To Yup ..... KNOCK Steady ..... !!!!  
  
UNTIL The LOAD Becomes .... uNStEady .... !!!!!!!!!  
Cos' They're The First To GO When Things Get HEAVY ... !!!!!!  
  
TAKING The Strain Is NOT Their Game ... !!!  
They Leave That To Those Who They've Left BROKE ... !!!!!!!!!!!  
  
So MANY Quotes Are NOT ... " A Joke " ... !!!  
  
That PROVE That SLIME Are Suitably PRIMED ...  
To USE Their Swerve To AVOID The ........................ BURN ...... !!!!!!!  
of Moves They USE That ... FILL UP Urns ... !!!!!  
  
Some ARE Lawyers ...  
SOME ... Employers ...  
  
Some ENJOY ... TOUCHING Young Boys ... !!!!!  
  
SEE What I Mean ... SLIME AIN'T Clean ... !!!!!  
And Some AREN'T Seen ... Because Their SHEEN ...  
In COMPANY Sometimes SEEMS To Be SWEETER Than Sweet ... !!!
  
How Can That Be When SLIMEY Peeps' ...  
Are FULL of GREED And SHATTER Dreams ... !!!  
  
Dreams of ... " LOVE " ...  
  
Don't Get TIE UP With One of THEM ...  
Because THAT For SURE Will Bring PROBLEMS ... !!!!!  
  
I've Met SO MANY Whose Vibe IS ... SMELLY ... !!!!!  
WITHOUT ............................................... " Perfume " ... !!!!!  
In FACT Their STENCH Tends To ... EMPTY Rooms ... !!!  
  
UNLESS They're THOSE Who NOW ... " HOST Shows "  ... !?!  
They Are PRO's Who've GOT ... NO SHOW ... !!!  
But To THESE Guys .... Street ****** Are SLIME ... !?!  
  
THAT DON'T Seem Right ... ?!?  
The WHORISH Types I've Met In Life ...  
Sometimes Wear SUITS And CORPORATE Ties ... !!!  
  
The Types of Guys And Girls Whose Style's ...  
DEFINE The Class Who Like To LICK *** To Get On TOP ... !!!  
  
But Here's The Prob' ... They're From A CROP ...  
Who DON'T Seem To Know When They Should ... STOP ... !!!!  
  
STOP And GO..............................................  
  
Go Back Home And Be ... " ALONE " ...  
And REMOVE THAT SLIME From Being ON THEIR BONES ... !!!  
  
How Many Times Have You Sat And KNOWN ...  
That You Were In The Presence of ... One of Their CLONES ... !?!?!  
  
POLITICAL Zones Tend To HAVE THOSE ... !!!  
As DO SCHOOLS ... DON'T Get It Confused ... !!!  
TOO MANY School Teachers Seem To Be FALSE Leaders ... !!!  
QUICK To ABUSE ... INNOCENCE In Youth ... !!!!!  
And QUICK To REFUSE ... FACING Issues ...  
ESPECIALLY When They're Part of THEM ... !!!!!  
  
SLIMEY Sprees That Seem To FUEL Their Need ... !?!  
To FILL Their Pockets ... Like Plugs Do Sockets ... !!!  
  
NEAT And ... "SNUG" ...  
Like ... " Sprockets and Chains " ...  
  
The Kind of Stuff ...  
That Makes Todays' ... " SLAVES " ... !!!!!!  
  
SLAVES To ... " The System " ...  
That SLIME Seems To ... " LIVE IN " ...  
  
GOVERNMENT Homes Where WICKEDNESS Roams ...............
WITHOUT GOOD Soap To CLEAN The Dopes ... !!!!!  
Who AREN'T SO Slow ... When It Comes To Making Hay ... !!!!!  

While The Rest Dismay .....
At The DISARRAY They've Caused Today ... !!!!!  
  
It's A LEGACY That's Now INCREASED ...  
Because of SLIME That's NOW Like GREASE ... !!!!!  
In The Cogs of The Wheel That MANY Now Feel ...  
Has Been DESIGNED To ... ROB And STEAL ...  
From The Peeps' Who Are NOW In NEED ...  
Because of GREED And GOVERNMENT Thieves ... !!!!!  
  
I'll End This Piece With Word Like THESE ...  
  
It's EASY To See THESE SLIMEY Creeps ...  
But How MUCH Mr. Slime Resides IN ... " THEE " ... ?!?  
  
Resides IN ME And YES ... IN YOU ... ?!?  
When WE ALLOW THESE SLIMEY Crews ...  
To KEEP On Doing ... What They Do ... !?!  
  
We NEED To RECOGNISE OUR PART In The CRIMES ...  
of THOSE ... " Lamming Describes " ...  
  
As BEING ...  
  
... " Mr. Slime " ...
We CLEARLY Have, FAR TOO MANY of em', running around, and sadly now, running countries and humanity, into the ground !!!
I can feel me
******* breaking under gray skies
As I dream of red eyes
And green grass
CPT Slime and Rasta's daft laughs
And the taste of tobacco on your tongue
While I wash up in SlimeyG's kitchen

Good God, if I wasn't there, that infamous week would've been filthy!

We can feel
The bass ******* it through the sideboard
SlmieyG's lounge walls are shaking hard
And we cackle bare
When Big Gay tumbles grinning downstairs
So I stick the kettle on

Good God, we caned a litre of milk in one round of teas!

I can hear
Those slimey green dawgs singing loud
When we bring Tom's cake out
And his face is a chuffin' picture
At the realisation of the six-layers' topper
So throw him a Clipper

Good God - eighteen, eighteen, EIGHTEEN tokes to clear it!

So, will you?
Can we all get together? We'll feel alright
For just one more warm hazy night
And when we sing these songs
Of freedom, we'll laugh in peace together. So long
To misery, my brothers
Zulu Samperfas Apr 2013
At least you have a shred of a conscience, but you don't know what you've become.
You think you are my friend.  
When do we go out?  
It's too late for the drink you suddenly asked me about.
People may lie, but feelings never lie still, and when they can't be expressed
people move: eyes twitch, faster, quicker, chasing someone down who has no business knowing
anything about this
Your collaborator doesn't feel guilty, though.  
He's only afraid of being caught, ensnared
Really, he should have thought about it first
No one is supposed to be told when you are fired, so you are not supposed to
arrange for the new guy to come in and check out his new digs when you are being fired
when you are in the hell room, with the devil men, the stupid little vicious savages,
who can't make eye contact with me as they wrinkle their nose like an elephant skin and say
"it's not a good fit."  I laugh now.  
Not a good fit.  I'm sure, because they're all too small.
And I'd never let them try to fit themselves into me anyway.
Pond **** is not a good lover, or even a slimey frog.
Alas, the damsel, she doesn't want to pay for her sins so the energy
the unexpressed emotion, makes her scurry
the little princess, who has done the nasty deeds, scurries
Around and around, making herself look silly
and guilty, so guilty.
jeffrey robin Dec 2010
when the  dump becomes the battle ground

and the billionaires dress in blue jeans

****

when the slimey lawyers  pretend to know a thing

****

when manure men call themselves
your leaders

****

your stupidity is sickening

DIE

your inane fornications

your assinine fornications

your false and misleading
fornications

SICK

the dump is the battleground

you watch television

**** and DIE

**** and DIE
Sarah Mulqueen Nov 2014
I wish I could flip a switch & revert back to childhood.
So free spirited,
Attaining pure joy from the simplest of things.
The world hasn't been tainted by its evil truths,
Slimey slithery bugs being flung in your hair were the worst of your troubles.
Content with your imagination,
Everyday filled to the brim with magical forest creatures.
When did our curtain of innocence get lifted,
The older we get the more hostile and brittle the world becomes.
I dont want to be in a world where we dont get to hear the children play.
Everett street, Wooveburra


One day in the Mython town of Wooveburra, there was a working class street in the suburb of Kensworth, called Everett Street, where their lived former Mython prime minister, Jack Norridge, who was the most right wing politian around, and he only is living in the street because his rich wife took her and his money to make a better life for herself and her children in Sydney Australia and Jack was left penniless and had to apply for the age pension, and mind you he had nothing in common with any of the folk anywhere on this street, you see in one house is a family who can barely feed themselves nevertheless the luxuries they give to their kids, like paying for school camps, and Jack told them, on his day he had his second job at her and her husbands age, and yes, they tore strips of him, but them, they were doing better, which suited them fine, and there were no way they will help him through what he's going through, and in another house is Fred Gordon who was the librarian, and when he came face to face with Jack, and bare in mind when Jack was prime minister, he needed to fund his new freeway, so he nearly had the library shut, and now he's got nothing, he was in no way showing any sympathy for the man,,telling him endlessly, things like welcome to my world ****, and your not so big now, Jacky, you will be killed within 3 months, mate.
There was a young couple, what about 16 and 17 who have 2 kids and when he walked passed,,the young couple always wanted to chat to him, and they chatted about why the **** did they cut their grandmas pension, she had to stop giving us gifts, and then they called Jack a two faced slimey old cow, and Jack said, sometimes we have to cut back, then he said have a look at me, and then the couple said to him, your problems are ******* self-inflicted, our problems are just us finding a mojo that you ***** won't let us have, and then Jack was getting very nervous, and went into the pub and when he got in, it looked good, and people Said hello and when Jack asked for gin and tonic,everyone looked at him, and also one ,man said to Jack, hey are you former prime minister Jack Nortodge, and when he said yes, he laughed and he laughed at him and then punched him square on the gut,
And Jack said, I will get my lawyer onto you all partiers, in my day we all did an honest days work, none of this few drinker happy hours like you guys get, and then one drinker said, well in your day when everyone did a honest days work, does that make you different to the world, cause you haven't done an honest days work ever, so ******* right wing fascioust, and Jack left to go home seeing people throwing thier fists at him, as well as sticking their fingers at him, and then Jack said, I am going nowhere, so get used to me Everett Street, I am here to stay, and every resident yelled out, but our towns heritage won't be, you'll turn this street into Las Vegas, if we give you half the ****** chance, and then Jack went inside and all the residents went to the pub and tell of all things that Jack has done wrong for the country of Myth, and everyone hated him with a passion,,and that's what happened on Everett street this week, I hope you enjoyed it.


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Giuseppe Stokes Oct 2017
When the sun took a day off and the moon stood still
the clouds between them sought each other out for the deal, for real ya feel,
And when that scattered cache of semiotic deepness caught the speal,
it descended in it's gutter thoughts to slander sandy meal.

For if the sun had crashed and burned beyond Ra's power of affect,
it's Das EFX who've got to worry 'bowt that water at their neck;
For when dependent on the flowing of a deeper sense of being
we-in seeing fleeting selves diminish sprecht to dense ennui-ing.

Now the sun, my little homie, fudged right up the garden path,
and left that voyeuristic moon to mock eroded sand, and crass
his laugh a glutton's guttural injection, direct unto the scene.
It sounded callous, sounded violent, sounded object-able-y mean,

but yet the philanderers of flour, and the sorcerers of sauce,
course quite dour in this hour of recourse without remorse
rhetorting 'power captures power, and ostentious is the source'
the sun had forced my force to cower, not devour but endorse.

And so I showered in the grave held views of people passing by
as each took turn to point the lack of sun to my permissing eye,
dismissing why my thought might not rely on their own petty voice.
Rejoice I did when Moon knocked twice on mic, and made that awesome choice:

(he said)

"In stead I sit, ponder, perceive, provok-atate
'preventive' measures that you floundering and feeble fools debate;
I see expletive ridden arguments in punch ups cross the land
and yet the verbal aspect of your balk, is missing today's stand;

So all you shedy modes of being that eek discretely underneath
you better sort your petty shed out, before you compound with this wreath,
and let me warn you with this warning, yo I spoke to him (the Sun),
and he claims to think you slimey fudgers need a day to come undone.

gasps Come undone? gasps Undone? gasps you know that can't be fun!
And yet that Sun would shun his lesser selves to grasp at morbid stun,
and stun us all, beyond an instant, or an instance, with persistence.
No embellishment is needed, for we needed Sun to seeded

up this planet, without ballot, from the other heaven voices;
Now our choice's left our solar system's mother no rejoices,
and so the male figured mother (our gender knows eternal truth)
has chosen to reside with nether thoughts, and nihilistic proof,

He's like a ****** little teenager, reading up on Nietzche
who beseech ya for some aphoristic pleasure, please! Discreet ya
be when dealing with this kind of mess, solipsism can spread
and dread the narcissistic modes of thinking it can sole entread.

So don't equate power to will, and set to truthful being.
Or I'll hawk you out as wasted breath, some 02 needing freeing,
staining up the wall, that phishing contest,'ll never hold your thought
to any standard, 'cause my standard flies inside your whiny fort.

Banded meaning will not help you, claiming relativity too,
just makes you seem to be someone who seeks to level off the crew,
perhaps it aids you in allowing yourself certainty of fact
because if universal truth is true, your opinions deffo whack."

Then the mic was dropped, so by the moon, plummeting towards the earth
and the winds picked up the fast track run of rappers of every single birth.
Without rehearse they ran to grab the mic, and unified their form
but alas the mic was Toronto wide, and burning like the Sun.
Inspired by 'Freestyle Fellowship's: When the Sun took a day off and the Moon stood still'.
betterdays Sep 2014
seventeen slimey slugs,
lay drunk and dying,
in the beer bath.
but not before,
their skullduggery,
had been done,in amongst the lettuce and silverbeet.
now made lacework,
by the snipping of slug teeth.
jeffrey robin Jun 2010
and in the summer sun
murdered
by the new world order

the beach
oil ****

poison and death
and liars and pig-men

do not bother to hope
do not bother to dream

gather together
or die like dogs
in the slimey streets
jeffrey robin Jun 2010
and  who now shall say
and as the magic dies

but courage lives
and my heart

and the rage that is real
sees thru the lies

of the slimey ugly people
who rule the world

and i'll be here
as always

and the true power
and the true man

and love
and hate
Big Virge Oct 2020
Bob Marley Made A Track...
That Done Explain THE FACTS... !!!

About THOSE Wearing... " Caps " …
Where IGNORANCE Makes STANDS … !!!!!

Secrets … Weakness …
BLATANT... HATRED …
RABID … Vapid …
Heads YES … VACANT … !!!

But For … The Cap …
That SHOWS Their Hand … !!!!!

ENEMIES … " Friendly " … ?!?
Thought Waves DEADLY … !!!

In Fact They Readily …
Move … UnsteadilY... !!!!!

From Girls To Guys …
They Wear THOSE Smiles … !!!
That Give You Signs … !!!
About Their GREEN Miles … !!!

Some CUT Themselves … !!!!!
For Their PAIN To Quell … ?!?

These Types AREN'T WELL … !!!!!!!
And Have Heads That SWELL … !!!!!!!!

So Their Cap's BIG … !!!
And Encompasses Things …
That HURT Their Heads … !!!!!

LIKE … Basic Sense... !!!

Others Wear Caps ….
That Leave Them TRAPPED … !!!

Kinda Like... " Homeland " …

"Which man am I ?
Wasn't I a good guy ?
I seem to have lied,
to myself for some time !
I feel as if I, am losing,
My Mind !"

NO CAP For Them … !!!
I Think... Jackets INSTEAD … !!!!!
Before Their PROBLEMS …
Cause Somebodies' DEATH … !!!!!

I Now Wear A CROWN … !!!!!!
So Throw Caps Around … !!!!!
To See Who Is DOWN …
And Who Starts To Frown …

When My Words Start To DROWN …
The Sounds of These CLOWNS … !!!

Who YES … Wear Hats …
On … CIRCUS Grounds …
Or Basically... CAPS … !!!

Stay With Me Now … !!!!
And DON'T Drift AWAY...............................  

The Point That I Make …
Is Bob's Words Work TODAY … !!!

... New Age FAKES …. !!!
ALWAYS Trying to Play …
That They're … HUMANE... !!!
When They Move Like SNAKES … !!!

Spitting VENOM …. !!!
... ******* Blood ….. !!!!!!
Did I Mention … ?
... They're NO FUN … !!!!!

SLIMEY Movers … !!!!!
Caps For SHOOTERS …

Macks And GATS …
That Should Be CAPPED … !!!

But The Caps Most Wear …
Are … LESS Prepared …
For Words I Share …
That QUICKLY SNARE … !!!

Their … "Hidden Agendas" … ?!?
... Chicas And Fellas …
End Up Like MARCELLUS … !!!

LOCKED In DARKENED Cellars … !!!

CELLARS … of The MIND...
Where ALL They Remember...
Are Lines I've Designed … !!!

That … OPEN Their Eyes …
To What They DENY … !!!

Their FALLACY Worlds …
ESPECIALLY GIRLS … !!!
Who Now Seem To Prefer …
To Take Turns To Get...
...... BURNED ….. ?!!!?

When MEN DON'T Wear CAPS … !!!
Or What Some Call … " HATS " …

And Then Leave Them SPURNED …
When CLEARLY They YEARN …
For Them To … RETURN … !!!!!

I've Said It BEFORE … !!!
So I'll Say It AGAIN ….. !!!

Some Women Are ****** …
For … RABID Type Men … !!!

But Wear DIFFERENT Caps … ?
When Meeting REAL MAN … !?!

They Put Up … " An Act " …
And QUICKLY... RETRACT … !!!

I Used To Wonder WHY … ?
But Now I Recognise …
That Many Are NEEDY …
And DON'T Have STRONG MINDS … !!!

Especially THOSE … !!!
Who Have STRONG BEHINDS … !!!

That's Why They Like Guys …
Who DON'T Treat Them Nice … !?!

Because It Feels RIGHT … ?
To See That BLACK EYES...
And Their CHEATING Styles …
Comply With Their Vibe …
of Living … IN DENIAL … ?!?

… A CAP I DON'T WEAR … !!!
Cos' I'm NO LONGER SCARED … !!!
To Deal With … The TRUTH … !!!

DON'T Lie Down With Dogs …
Then They Cannot BITE YOU … !!!!!

YES ….. !!!
  
"Who Jah Bless, no man curse !
So, why are my brothers
wearing caps that, hurt !?!"

Cos' Their Heads Are TOO BIG … !!!
For Their Caps To Now FIT … !!!!!

No Wonder They're TRIGGERED … !!!
To Act Like … Go Figure … ?!?

Such Words I Now CAP …. !!!!!
Like … Financial Plans … !!!!!!

If It FITS You Should Wear It … !!!
Like … "Closet Racists" … !!!!!

Who THINK That They're Slick …
UNTIL Lyrics HIT …
The Spot That Gets HOT … !!!
Right UNDER Their Skin … !!!

And Under Their Collars … !!!
Til' They Start To HOLLA' … !!!!!

For MERCY That's WORTHY …  
of These ***** GIRLIES … !!!!!
When Men REMOVE Thongs...
And HIT Their... G Spots … !!!

So Their Caps Get A LICK  ...
of Their WET Juicy Lips … !!!!!

But DON'T Get CAUGHT In … !!!
The Web That They SPIN … !!!!!

Now Of Course Some ARE COOL … !!!!!
But … DON'T Be A FOOL … !!!

Spiders Spin Webs …
Where Insects Get TRAPPED … !!!

Just Like This POEM …
That Maps PAST These Traps.....

For Those Who FACE FACTS …
And Wear RIGHTEOUS Hats … !!!!!

Unlike THOSE Who Have HOLES …
That EXPOSE How They Roll … !!!!!!!

Who KEEP Throwing It Back …

When They KNOW IT'S … !!!

…. " THEIR CAP " ….
Inspired by, Who The Cap Fits, by Bob Marley .....
Madeysin Apr 2015
I'm not sure what I'd bring to the table at the end. His hair slicked back with malice and bad intent, the slimey words spoken into my ear at night,"daddy issues".  My lord loves me. I don't have daddy issues!!! I HAVE ISSUES WITH DADDY. Get it straight brain, give me a break.
Genevieve Apr 2016
Some things are better left unsaid.
Some secrets are better left untold.

It's the nasty, sticky, slimey truths that we bury
That come at us like serpents with our names on their tongues
The ones that reveal the true character of those we love
The ones that make our beloveds ugly in our eyes

What have we done?
Are there any bridges left that we haven't burned?
What have you done, love?

What Have You Done?
Naivety or deception? Truth or lies? Where was the line crossed, and, ****, where was the ******* line even at? What have we done?
M G Hsieh Jun 2016
i've never been without you, neither
have i felt any real need for you.
you were someone that was there,
you made living (dying?) more comfortable.


then, there was the time that i wanted you. so much
to have you, prove i could have you,
say you're not a big deal. that was the time
i was so angry for not having you,
not being able to get you, not being able to prove
what you are or are not.


i hated you. what it meant not having you.

i can still taste that hatred sometimes.
it tastes like fat. like oil.
deep fried
satisfying
it hits my stomach
absorbs into the intestines
inches its way to those places
separating organs from each other
then seeps to that fine fine space
just under the skin

it sits there, i can't get rid of it
but i want more
that slick, slimey feel on my lips
taste buds tingling for release
until i'm not sure who's devouring what.



i haven't a stitch of you left with me now
im a liar and a thief
and even i being me
wouldn't trust myself if i were someone else.
why should you



a strange thing
to be free with nothing
not even a calculated expectation

outside
everyone despises that

but the taste of it
is like sweet water.
LeRoy Williams Jun 2019
Call me ******* to your mother because I cuh-cuh-couldn't feel the trembling heat reaking havok on the in thigh stubble. Ow! **** sorry stub my toe. I'm moving slow enough to double dutch with a couple couple cookie crisp. Ishy on the in dispute. Grarly upon the laudry booth smoochie smooching on farting fairies flarping from the ex-haust.
Sorry my brain feels soft ffrom the rock salt. Hoochie snoochie snooting snorks slimey nap-cloth. Froze from the several palms second had palsy freezing in the eager eggnog. Ice over sire's searing sultry silken sick souly sullen franklin flame Bob. Billy will wally dilly Dally caught a fifty fatty rattle ****** daddy daddy daddy daddy, Fat Father igloos freak me father freak me father freak me father Im chuching my maugwa. Ma saws my mucho munched muddy crusty killer toes rain, *****? Are you hearing me gravel up your ****** hairs hurting from the rusty ****** clamps. I'm krusty crab freaking funk got me wondering why? okay wize guy wicked wonder wall watch my quest for questioning Ghostface Killah. I'm Slaid Cosby I ****** your daugher younger than the fury from you first tooth.
I wish you spat my drizzle from the furry foster the kids frontporch pistol grip.

Hop scotch?

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