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Sam Temple Jul 2014
Hold it!
whole ***
whale fitting
room
bowing walls
expanding spandex
seams stretched  out of shape
lurid –
disturbed images play across the screen
biggest loser season MCMXVII
American dream with heavy cream
and spleenwiches
cleaning the crumbs,
bums long for an extra morsel
gnawing on dorsal fins
grinning, toothless, at least they have their figures
that figures says the emaciated diet queen
leave it to the homeless to be the only group
worthy of the runway –
starvation date
only the grumbling cuts the uncomfortable silence
empty bellies howl for nourishment
instead are fed meds and red licorice
which is immediately vomited
for fear of caloric inconsistency –
breathing adds blubber
to thighs and midriffs
marital spiff over the last cookie
sugar substitutes
substituting themselves for love and compassion
lashing out at the one above
fat girls with teary eyes cry
for just five more pounds
the dress fit in 1978 –
Mo Oct 2010
A yank around the branch for an unripe banana tree

makes for peels at the tears; an aggrandized detainee.

In three proper pieces, breathing spiff in the fog,

split flat on the soil,  in an envelope of slog,

it doesn't really matter because

nobody knows but you.

It only really matters when

the answer is ubiquitous.

A pupil to imbue

labradoritic hues

will disagree to acquiesce

and suffuse bleeding happiness.
Edward Laine Dec 2011
Ground flesh, stumble-grins, arguments without anything pertaining to anything else, only downside down-slide, grumble, rumble & spiff.
If you ever take out a loan at this bank you better not take down any trees '*** they'll chop you back down, believe me.
Only the fire may burn in yellow & gold, you gotta burn in black,
horrid gold, horrid shtuck, never take a trip too soon, never ride in a car with a man in a green fedora or a 8-ball on the gear stick.
When I fell down the stairs you caught me and said 'dont you know that you can die?'
'no, no, whats that?'
'never mind'
and you were gone.
I think I'm really going crazy, I'm losing my hair and my teeth feel loose, soon I'll be nothing but a shell of hollow bones & ideas that never made it to fruition.
The world is really crumbling all around me, the people are melting, the babies are crying, the cats are singing songs of doom & the birds have all forgotten how to fly.
I have the answer, I have the solution, I can be the savior of manki...
..ooh look, donuts/***/television/THINGS
stick it up your *** *****
Kwabena Itri Dibra keeps
the room warm, I get the
watch fixed. she always
used to say "キャロルはこ
とがない" which translates
to Carol has never waited
for Treva's reply. What
an *******.Those plumbers
grant him his wish, Reggae
******* shouted last night
******* didn't cook next to
the police station. i need
reggae. reggae is a life style
This is kim's large dish.
This isn't my analy *******
****'s mediocre pencil.
please, pass the spiff mon
Arcassin B Nov 2014
By Arcassin Burnham



Alright.....


Most of you so-called poets make me sick,
And some of y'all I'd rather sit and fire up another spiff,
And for the people that a though had my back,
I won't turn or shift,
Running all of you over with a car,
In a line,
Only if,
Satisfying my helish thrills,
I swear fakeness can ****,
**** I'll be in the grave,
With the devil doing deals,
Just to make everyone I hate pay,
Ruthless like my dad,
You know the one I never seen,
I bet he living the life of a bespoked dream,
Cover my body with gasoline,
So the fire could block my eye sight,
Of remembering and seeing,
The days of being bullied,
Like I didn't have any means,
And when I knew some things were not right,
I didn't really matter,
My days will be involved in **** *******,
**** you stealthy and pregnate your girl,
Like American horror story,
You won the victory,
But you just never had the glory,
In and out that's why they worry,
Skin turned white like mc Donald Flurry,
9/11 chased the poorly,
God bless the world in secret orderly,
Reaking havok in the janitors closet,
She told me to wear ****** instead I didn't listen,
Now look what I created,
A little ******* name *******,
So I live to take care of it,
Unlucky and ghost printed it,
On a birth certificate,
Full of lies and betrayal,
When I die,
**** it I wanna goto hell,


In reality I hate everyone,
Come up with my own plans,
And rain down on everyone,
And for the finals,
I hope you enjoyed the hate crime,
Worry about you and I'll worry about mine.
Yep ✌
Spaceman spiff's cadet´s
Majestic idea landed
On a do-be-gooder´s
Onthologic - ˝do be doo˝

Oh, my God - Please
Christ is opening.
His windows
Please !!!
~
U2
~
Hell yeah !!!
I wanted to build a
Stairway for you
when logic's
smacked by intuition/˝`` :D
topaz oreilly Nov 2012
He  never wanted
to be stymied or recalled.
If the Spiff could plough through
enough people as a blasé traveller,
he would bag their yesterdays.
But looking through their Zebra glasses
over time , whose  skies are really
outdone by the proverbial
"mind your own bees wax" ?
it was always the same, the arcane strain,
like overhearing variants of Serbo-Croat
on an unheated train to Chippenham.
Sunshine Girl Feb 2013
Just one,
it won't hurt.
Just one beer,
no harm no foul.
Just one,
it won't hurt.
Just one smoke,
one little spiff.
Just one,
it won't hurt.
Just one rule,
one little rule broken.
Having a lo g dang week.. And it's only Tuesday! I need a good strong drink, and a smoke. I won't break too many on my rules.... I swear :D
Zachary Oct 2014
simple yet sophisticated
oj and champagne faded
cigarette breath gets contemplated
lemme roll up a spiff for this song
ill just say im high
thats what smells wrong
i got an imagination
and no friends
lets just say my mind has kanye runaway
thought problems
tragic how the wall feel
why dont you get off that ******* chill pill
vicodone
life go numb
thank god im high still
and have no money for fun
this is the type of track you try to smell ***** on
Detailing leaves of golden spiff
I lean up close to take a whiff
of turmeric colored leaves sublime
and skies of ruby reds sweet wine
Engaged upon the breeze my touch  
awaits the pinnacle's non such;

Sharing space with a painters brush
I sketch a new horizon's rush
on a canvass ****** without blotch
envisioned scenes of yellow scotch      
while up above  the skylark soars
on sweet November's wing adore

Inhaling salt and sea I breathe
the very things of me that seethe
embroiled in art to hearts content
I hear falls bitter sweet lament
she doesn't want to touch the snow,  
nor lose her natural bronzing glow.
Scorch'd Diana Jun 2022
Harley, made with love;
spiff smoke, bliss of a hell ride
- just some gasoline 'til we catch on speed
again
to get greedy for numbers, my joker and me
again
her ***** she is acing, played sleeplessly
which is when we made two, out and ******* noise
have kissed your blessed rubber face
gracefully rubbing, never tired
joy bites by bite all galaxies' dusts
night-wise, blown through, lights out so soon
together, psychonaut tin can angels fallen
crashed side by side
chained noozle to nose
indivisible.
Uh, i stay high like a ****** spree,
Live version, but deadly,
Stay ready, lyrics cuttin' like a michete, now tell me,
How many wanna, front off my LP,  you see,
The light that i bring,
Recognize nature, ***** im a ******* king,
Make the chorus sing,
Til heaven and hell rings,
See everyone, gather in a cling,
Bling,
Off the necklace, yeah i rock da wreckless,
Ruthless,
To these news kids spitting,
I leave em toothless,
Guns on ya jaw,
All they ******* saw,
Was a flash, off the past,
Now they, flat up on they ***,
Bring that raw ****,
**** the **** corporate,
We taking mob chances,
See how my moves advances,
Delta stealth tactics,
Bring more heat than black smiths,
Got the ****, for the phat stiffs,
My *******, flossed down in Tiff,
My gun my hype man like Busta to Spiff,
My hearts in it to win it,
Shut down down the stage, ballpark, like the Yankee penants,
Twenty six and counting,
Yosef the got clout and,
Haters in the rear, just shouting,
Mad cuz, they get no play,
I say,
Freak the mics, right harder than lines, of Dolemite,
The lines is white, but my skin is dark,
**** around, get eat by these lyrical sharks,
The moneys, the honeys,
to the snow bunnies,
Guaranteed you be beggin' Sonny,
They say dont shoot,
Dont shoot,
But all i see is the loot,
Tighten ya boots, as i bounce in the coupe,
Blunt to my lips, with the lazy eye, playing private spy,
Crows on back thats why,
Im come with the wickedest, the tracks i lay, be sickedest,
No loses to this boss, i be the winningest,
Leave no witnesses, ****** all of those in fame,
Check my name, im breakin' recs pass Guiness,
Thoughts dark as an attic suckas get tatted then matted
Into the floor from the full metal jackets bury a hatchet
Ratchet never say gun play suckas make for runways models
Crack the bottle go full throttle cash rolling out lika lotto
Follow ghetto as rallo shows at the apollo Benz on auto
Sharp shooter nose Ak making suckas pose goes a rose
Stiff toes close down doors keep my feet pressed to the floor
Early doomsday somebody take me away from the led spray
On my knees I pray like a mantis destiny to reach Atlantis
Picture this gored out canvas this ain't Kansas tapped toes
Black and white bear tactics panda expand my lecture textures
Coded words moved like a herd for verbs pinched the herbs
Suckas make like a sickle curved you've just been served
Jubilee  wolverine world war two faced like that boy Scar
Playing simba gotta move fasta plant seeds from a rasta
Eat the pasta ravioli globetrotters peace to the shottas
More ranks than Shabba don dada still standing as Big Poppa
Heart of a thrilled chilled **** or be killed sign ya bill sigils
Laying squeals devils printed bills sleep in the high hills
Off the radar memories scarred ship from bar to bar
Karate hibachi my thai chi crazy crawling with rapid energy
Love women's of Wednesday prepared for the takeaway
Pendegrass ***** droppa watch the rico grandee begin to slay
As her breath escapes away ecstacy play *** is forte  
Pleasure for gains brains stains trauma insane reframe
From my old me now I'm the new me mirrors of excellency



Rhyme detective used beats styles rhymes as a contraceptive  
Suckas un perceptive deadly weapons for the selective  
Contrands hands from Japan to Iran Blackwater's mans
High in demand pose under a new company ran signal fans
Underground plans folks still living as slaves in the lands
Yeah in moses water mountains ****** blood seas prophecy
Standing with the wise policy no apology learn any ology
Stay up  to the corrupt cuz they don't want you to wake up
Stacks racks up pillsbury dough stick a flow bleed rhymes galore from shore of my core
Scraping ideas for more mellow my brain til its sore pure
Columbian white flash heights sparkle diamonds sunlight
Jewels looking dragging intellects like dirt under a mule
Use tools rusty never been crusty on the board of trustee
Shake the dice garlic knots for the vampires tryna water the ice
Splice ya toupee take ya breath away from the top gun
Actions old school backgammon  player slayer to the majors
Unserviced behavior still rolling with service craters
Death mimics walking conscious empty thoughts froth
When I season the greens spiff turn mean disappear off screen
No screams once I squeeze the silent beams crack teams
What a relief Indian chief throw up the peace victory release
Repeat D-day mack Valentino policital animal feelin dino
Throw Fred's out the door told ya once more too *******  
Stacy Adam's pent suit once I step out of the kitty doors pours
Reign on ya domain some things still remain the same shame
Haters spectators posing as gators ready to snap payers  
Say ya prayers devils advocate poison all the snake pits
Why do we do these things???
We think small of ourselves
We cast ominous shadows on our dreams and ambitions
And hide in fear from the chance that we will ever truly be our real selves.
We limit ourselves
With statements made out of cowardice disguised as humility.
You'll never be good enough?
You'll never be loved?
You'll never find worth?
Every day another excuse. Another lie.
Another truth whispered in the dark for only our ears to recieve it.
These thoughts
Manifest into feelings
And take truth as actions.
For good or bad it's no consequence
Now it has happened.
Some feel guilt.
When guilt is not enough to inspire change. It becomes shame.
Shame is the idea that no longer are your actions bad
But you yourself are bad.
And so this now becomes a deep seated belief.
And as time passes. Our failures compound. Reaffirming these beliefs.
Whispering in the dark with only your ears to recieve it.
The kitchen becomes a place of duty
The songs left unsung
Become dust behind a picture frame
Of a photograph where you once
Smiled with the grace of a child
And now....
Just a memory....
Your scared....
Scared of so much and yet so little...
Yeah I think your funny...
******* hilarious....
*** you show me so much love.... love you may not even show yourselves...
You hide behind an excuse...
I may not be worthy?
Who gives a ****?
To fly requires years of falling.
To fish requires dedication...
To love requires patience
And to be yourself requires honesty...
Should you be a bad *** bird who can fly catch fish. Loves bird ***** and knows himself.
Than fox homie we should chill
Ya know light a spiff.
Drink some Gatorade...
Ya know... marvin Gaye and Aretha...
But in all honesty...
The truth to human reality...
Is it is constantly evolving.
What's true one day is irrelevant the next....
A new friend may invite a world of new tastes into your life
You may have never thought to try
Tastes and song and joy.
These will bring new emotions
And soon new behaviors
And eventually new beliefs
New stories you whisper to yourself in the dark...
And with each new friend
Comes a new you...
A warped view on what you thought was possible...
So in telling you this I tell you.
I have become all your friends
I have deeply. Hilariously. And profoundly impacted nearly every human being on this planet...
And some might not like it...
Some it hurts to have outside opinions
Or have their beliefs challenged
But those who hate gunna hate
**** em like 50 cent and Mary Jane
I gotta baby by aman
I can't stand all the drama
Call the cops on me
**** a **** baby mama...
I guess what that means is you soap opera rappers sound like all my children...
Drake said it best when he said
And I quote
Steve Martin you little *****
Stop flicking my nuts....
But you know Steve Martin
That foo dont care about a **** thing...
Cyclone Dec 2019
I've begun to stun none with thunder, fun is one wonder, plunder in this tundra, tons of guns now run, the sun blunders, under will you come to sum the bums numbered, chewing gum, you're shooting *** in slumber, swift but can't lift your **** that gifts lumber, I begin to sniff my ****, lifted, all signs are shifted, spiff snippets to list it, twisted, consisted, insisted I instigated some formulaic conveying a spacious case as a basis, now in a matrix and tracing paces of spaceships, that offers places where women embraces to be our waitress, but can't sharpen this harp to play my thoughts beautifully, plus it's rather disgusting to hush our duchess so musically, I'm really using me, truthfully thinking stupidly, youthfully, I'm disgracing responsible ones that route for me, we pay to live and die for free, so see, like me, you can be the one that dumbs under, having fun can shun the one wonder, so, I'm that *** that flows with STUNNED THUNDER.

— The End —