"starvin" poems
Met a girl on Tinder,
fck it we’re all Winners,
not thirsty but I’m starvin’,
so baby tell me what’s for dinner,
what’s in the oven where’s the lovin’,
give it all to me raw no apologies no filter,
it’s V-Day I’m as depressed as I am on my B-Day,
still giving you raw lines uncut with no filler,
and yeah Love gives life,
but she’s also a killer,
stupid Cupid’s got me dreaming lucid,
still I feel salty as a Biblical pillar,
like Lot’s wife in that one verse,
in Genesis 19,
yeah I guess lots is how much love hurts,
get healed then hurt again,
kinda like my life on Tinder,
swipe left swipe left swipe right,
kinda like Duck Duck Goose or Musical Chairs,
not looking for a lifetime just looking for a night,
a temporary solution to a permanent problem,
some foreign aid in the form of a band-aid on my bleeding heart,
can’t fix the problem but sure can relief the symptoms,
at least for the night when we forget this earth and get lost in the stars,
so I’m searching,
swiping on that Tinder app,
hoping to find true love,
or at least something that resembles that,
because my hearts got some holes,
and I’m hoping someone can fill them,
like my souls got some demons,
and I’m hoping someone can **** them,
what’s happened to society,
and how’d we all get so lonely,
especially in the age of social networking,
everything seems superficial even this poem feels phony,
like when I get liked on Tinder,
and I reply with “We matched want to meet up”,
and I pretend I’m fine with no worries,
when really I’m feeling totally beat up,
Jesus,
don’t know if I can come step back from this ledge,
feeling frozen paralyzed like a bad app,
when you can’t scroll so you just refresh,
and get a whole new lists or prospects,
a whole new set of potential matches,
another chance to build something grand,
out of the burned past and all it’s ashes,
and that’s when,
I come back to the present,
now where were we oh yeah,
it was Valentine’s Day and I was on Tinder again…
Met a girl on Tinder,
fck it we’re all Winners,
not thirsty but I’m starvin’,
so baby tell me what’s for dinner,
what’s in the oven where’s the lovin’,
give it all to me raw no apologies no filter,
it’s V-Day I’m as depressed as I am on my B-Day,
still giving you raw lines uncut with no filler…
∆ LaLux ∆
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Feb 15, 2018
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Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
little kid seen
little kid starvin
little kid
little kid
--
little mary in the field
under the bridge
tries to sleep
--
little kid
little kid
seen
who cares?
--
we are
or were
people
we are
--
little kid seen
little kid starvin
little kid
little kid
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 11:25 AM UTC
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
There's some people up there hoggin' everything
Tellin' lies, givin' alibis about the peoples, money an' things
An' if they gonna throw it away, might as well give some to me
Yeah, they seen an' heard it but never had misery
There are some people who are starvin' to death
Never knew but only heard 'em an' they never had happiness
If you don't have enough to eat, how can you think of love?
You don't have time to care, so it's crime you're guilty of
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
Cut this jive an' see who's got the power to **** the most
When they run out of power, the world's gonna be a ghost
They know we're not satisfied, so we begin to holler
They give us a promise an' throw in a few more dollars
There's no price for happiness, there's no price for love
Up goes the price of livin' an' you're right back where you was
So whatever you got, just be glad you got it
Now we're gonna get on up an' get some more of it
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, got to have it, more power
For God's sake, got to have it, power, power, power
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, you better give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you try it? Yeah, power, power
For God's sake, can't deny it, no, no, no, power, power
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give power, power?
For God's sake, you got to give
Songwriters
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Spillin on the paper
Mind, I'll see you later
Over the top, Over the top
It's spilling on the paper
I am here to wait for
My Sheep herd and my scapegoats
Go 'head and stick around,
If you wanna get the blame for
My flaws and my mistakes
All that I am ashamed for
You'll feel my pain. You'll make me sane
My sheep herd and my scapegoats
My philosophy is something iller than the worst disease
Like killers in the first degree
Your gears will never turn like these
I got an appetite
I'm starvin
I'm at the top, just look and see
You gon' make it if you follow me
You just gotta catch that ill disease
Paper, Paper
Spillin on the paper
If you still fail to understand
Good luck
I'll see you later
Mind, I'll see you later
It's spillin' on the paper
So stay right here
Inside my hand
My sheep herd and my scapegoats
I've yet to wrap my mind around your funny foreign language.
That must be why I float above you
So I must be Alien
Who are you, what's yer name again
You all look just the same to me
Some ordinary has to be
Some John Doe PoP CatastrophY
Dear Mr. and Mrs. CatastrophY
Join my herd of sheep and scapegoats
I need many more
To take the blame for
All I am ashamed for
So that I might be sane for
The existence I arranged for
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
You ever wake up in the middle of the night real thirsty, and so you go downstairs, or across the house, or whatever, to get somethin' to drink. When you get there you know you don't want water, cause water's got no flavor, but you don't have any juice, and its too late f'r tea or coffee. And you **** sure ain't got any of that bitchmade caffeine free herbal **** either, so you're just left with water, so you drink it even if you don't wantu. Then you start feelin' real upset and dissatisfied what with the fact that you just had to drink water, but then you start to feel bad about feeling bad about "only" havin' water, what on account of all them little starvin' children and whatnot, so you decide to drink a whole nother glass just out of spite towards the little ******** who made you feel that way, determined as hell be grateful as **** this time, but it still don't work. Don't work at all. So you just go upstairs, or across the hall, or the house or whatever, all bloated from like forty ounces of lukewarm tap water and you just lay down all bloated and dissatisfied and sad and questioning the meaning of your terribly mediocre existence. Then you start to feel really down, and questioning like the meaning of things that don't need to be questioned and all. 'En by the time it's gettin' round to like 5 in the morning you realize none of this would have happened if you at least had juice. Hell even koolaid, but it's to late now and you're still all bloated and sad and you just fall asleep cursin' juice and all the fuckin' different kinds of fruit that make it, and made you feel this way, what on account of the transitive property. Ya well, what I'm trying to say here is, **** fruit, its the reason I'm so Go'damn unhappy.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
a mess to be adored, forever
a one and (l)on(e)ly endeavor
a starvin poet
you chose to eat
her ***** beauty
her fabulous deceit
the question of her that remains unanswered
the lust drippin from her fingers
.
no blood here miss
no blood here sir
poor demeanor
as the overload of
your fascination
is the breaker of her growth
.
her worth is hidden there
there there
who dares to care
a villain with impeccable flair
mental and compared
to the dreadful solitaire
chained into the streets of despair
a humble reserver of deviated stares
there there
11
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 11:44 AM UTC
Broke artis and this here not my day job...Poor Marvin...and some how I still work hard...Yet Starvin...To create something to feed y'all...burnt pockets...no change to make a phone call...Space rockets...That would be the mission...Good fuel...Feeding intuition...or maybe just a mule and take it old school...Grow my own Words...with my mind on the soil...I just make it taste good..Broke artis start to Spoil..
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 7:28 AM UTC
call the cops.
they cooking rocks
in a shanty town compound
its just how they get down
most denounceable settlement
heroine needles nettle men
shredded by early elements
surely only pure irrelevents
no evidence of life
that reflected
anything intelligent
they were like
hell with it;
preferred not
to confer the
elephant in the parlor
though of pachyderm stature
he still delicate & he starvin.
attention ya'll.
there's histrionic
insect larva writhing
inside dying bodies
of constants.
wanting nothing but to be alive
to watch the sky ***** lights
contrite with wasting time & space
decided to face what made the comets
atum & adam & atoms.
dizzy sassed her,
kiss me ***
slapper
pass the days faster
calmly
this was a disaster
it sounds so wrong
but
how else
do you say it.
it seems
there is no
safe explaination
that demons &
godless heathens
still hold faith in unseen reason
aurical feelings
bottomless meanings &
improbable teachings
exploring the being
& being anything
more than whimsy
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
Let me borrow your ear
I need to clear
This up for a minute
By far
Everybody is scarred
But no one wants to hear it
They wanna believe
A spirit can be wise
And pure
Unweathered
When in actuality
You and me
Barely keep it together
I’m a fretter
I’m anxious
Brimmed cup of anxiety
And it took a lot of patience
And mistake
To create me
And I come in different shapes
And colors
A variety
To the point I have to wonder
If I compose society?
Do you feel it
The heartbreak
Due to the overwhelming pressure
A feather
Dancing on an flame
Trying to pull it together
I better be better
Cause a better better is coming
Across my way
And I am less than adequate
A bruised peach
They will not taste
A waste
A want
As we all lay ever starvin’
I’m pulling punches
‘Cause of time crunches
I’m reminiscent of Marvin
In the way
That each day
I wonder exactly what is going on
And something something else
I’m too stressed to remember the song
Dear lover
Dear dreamer
Dear whoever you are
Love beyond the frayed bonds
And see all of us
Scarred
I hope you love with love to spare
And that you spare some for me
Stop looking to be perfect
Because you’ll be very
Very
Very
Lonely
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
Just touched down from Darwin,
2 hour layover in Sydney & I’m starvin’,
met a girl at the airport,
and invited her to dinner,
they say there’s no such thing as a free lunch,
but I’ve got a credit card that let’s me dine,
at almost any restaurant in any country,
on any continent in any dateline,
so I often invite,
beautiful girls and other fellow travelers,
to dine with me as my guest for free,
where we share stories over appetizers,
more peace stories than war stories,
more love than hate,
because when you really get to know someone,
you find you differ in less ways than you relate,
anyways,
there we were,
both on rest stops till our next stop,
two world travelers,
I’d noticed an engagement ring,
more than a modest sized rock,
but I noticed the finger on which it sat,
made the look a bit odd,
see she wore the ring,
on her middle finger instead of her ring finger,
so it was more of a fck you instead of a love you,
I asked her if there was a reason for this position,
she said it was because,
it simply didn’t fit on her ring finger,
that it was a simple mix up that was it but,
I suspected there was a reason that was deeper,
so I questioned her intentions,
why was she with this man but still acting like a free woman,
why was she speaking of “exploding like a volcano!”,
when she sees a man and feels an attraction,
about how she had a fantasy,
of meeting a beautiful Australian man,
on a beach and he’d teach her to surf,
and she’d ride his surfboard from the wave to the sand,
this was when I decided to speak up,
to tell her I didn’t think this engagement would work out,
that maybe tying the knot with a man was already a dad,
was not the best idea for a woman with no kids that liked to go out,
that maybe I was in a way,
an Angel of Divine Intervention,
and how every moment of our lives,
had led us up to that instant,
I told her no man owned her,
that her body was hers alone to control,
that life is too short to compromise,
that there is no moment other than now,
I told her that that was the reason,
that I didn’t have a wife,
because there are many women I love,
and to love only one wouldn’t be right,
how can I tell one of my lovers,
that she’s better than all the rest,
how can I tell any of the others,
that they’re not as good as the one that I’m with,
I can’t,
because love is not confined into the body of one,
love is free to love and do what love does,
and with that we finished our tapas,
and finished our rendezvous with cappuccinos and hugs,
back into the world,
back into the embrace of another lover,
back into the future,
to make more memories with more women at more dinners…
∆ LaLux ∆
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
walkin on water
walkin on air
LAND WILL DO
walkin down streets
the mouths of alleys
spittin up ex-soldiers
and children
i
arm in arm with
the **********
--
-
we are such "commodity"
comic book characters
in ridiculous stories
we accept as truth
walkin in quick sand
on oily gulf coast beaches
WHEN ONLY THE TRUTH
WILL DO
-
--
take the dirt from your mouths
the chains from your legs
the "lover" from your side
forget the
"lame excuse"
walk down streets
enter the alleyways
where the ex-soldiers
are dyin
children are starvin
prostitutes are cryin
and i
sittin there
writin poetry
--
-
walkin on water
walkin on air
LAND WILL DO
WILL DO
will certainly
do
Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
Nothin like true love
me and the wife had a fight last nite
lots of cussing and slapping each other around
she said I was a loser if ever there was
she coulda found something better in the dog pound
I said yeah I lost alright that's rather obvious
just look in the mirror if you dare
well she kneed me in the vestubles realy hard
and yanked out a couple of my nose hair
she said I was lazy never worked a day
if it weren't for her papa we'd be starvin
well your papa's not all that smart I said
else why did he marry a woman named Marvin
back and forth and around we went
one jab worse then the other
she threatened to have my **** whooped good
by her stupid fat *** brother
well when we finally stopped to catch our breath
she had me in a headlock
I accidentally fondled her breast
and then we started to rock
she pulled me close and gave me a smooch
we both said sorry and we knew
we were gonna get us a bottle of scotch
get fallin down drunk and *****
Gomer LePoet ....
Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011 at 1:59 PM UTC
sorry charlie
it dont mean a thing
(feelin sorry)
the babe done gone
...where?...
jes to get away
jes to be free
______
sorry charlie
life aint
"the game bein played"
you play it well
she dont care
__________
starvin on the street aint cool
either is survivin
sorry charlie
shed rather be dead
than to hang with you
______
sorry charlie
it dont mean a thing
(feelin sorry)
the babe done gone
...where?...
jes to get away
jes to be free
Sep 7, 2011
Sep 7, 2011 at 3:44 PM UTC
Where do you go
when I look at you?
Feels like floatin through space
suffocating on life’s
little
hang-ups—
Like a starvin' artist
tryin to paint portraits on the metro.
Like a hero who’s
forgotten courage sticking their head in a lion’s mouth oh
When your mind is turnin'
your eyes seem to scream your heart is hurtin' for something more.
At least that’s what it seems to me
as I wonder
Where do you go
when I look at you?
Feels like floatin’ through space
suffocating on life’s
little
hang-ups—
Like when you try explainin' to me
that are but we aren’t and we gotta wait and see.
Like when we’re sittin’ at the shihsa bar
and you look at me despite not knowing what we are…
But when your mind is turnin’
I’m intent on learnin’ how to understand
until one day you looked at me and said
Where do you go
when I look at you?
Feels like floatin’ through space
suffocating on life’s
little
hang-ups
Keep it in the moment bang-a-rang with your fist up
in the air let it be let be let it be in the air
like Rumi said *love calls everywhere and
always*
always
always!
Love calls everywhere and always!
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 4:49 AM UTC
Well you took me down to the coast that night
And you showed me that great big light
It was how its reflection caught my eye
Oh darlin’
Well it showed me a thing or two
And as the breeze blew we both knew
That time may pass but the moments true
Oh darlin’
Sweet darlin’
I want that feeling
Of…
Starring into the eyes of the most beautiful girl
Being up on a mountain on top of the world
Climbing the clouds to where dreams unfurl
And I’m starvin’
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 4:58 PM UTC
'EAT YER VEGGIES, BOY
THEY'RE STARVIN IN SOMALIA"
......
dear brothers and sisters
-
well, here we are again!.......we come and we try to find each other within the dark encirclements of these days...seeing thru our own vanities, our own invented needs--
...
seeing thru until we see ...each other...as the source of our light, those whom, if we are open to love, become our very allies in all our endeavors........til our one true appointed endeavor is realized.
...
and as the fathers and the mothers who wisely step aside and yield full responsibility until the children of the future, so do all TRUE TEACHERS and MASTERS totally and fully "step aside" so LIFE itself may be glorified
.....
i. even i!.........even i "step aside" and beg you to attain to the courage to fully open your hearts and speak your mind......aloud and passionately....for this is the only "way" you and i can bring anything to this world and bring each being to full strength.
...
i am very grateful to you for any effort you make......any effort that you claim as yours and yours alone, for in truth, if there are MASTERS, there are SLAVES...........and dependence is the only LIE
-----
thank you
Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011 at 4:54 PM UTC
Watch out for the agenda
And the political crew
Lets just say they represent
SATANS Zoo
Wake up because we ******* galore
To many youngin' hittin' floor
Minds gone society gone
Guns is blown
Another body in the funeral home
They say color dont matter ?
But all i see is red
Once the flesh is cut we emotionally shattered
the world is bruised n battered
See the picture i lainted better
Than Van Gogh
But too many innovators entice
To the dough
O yea watch back cuz they quick to glue
Stick minorities to crimes
Thats not related to you
So cool demons surrounding n houndin'
Me how could this be?
If this is a holy society?
Popes are molesters churches are imitators
Of God how odd is that ?
Pack a gat in my 82 cadillac
Big grill spinnin smalls wheels vogues appeal
O so real
Ya know cant play a fake cant shake
The pain i hear the thunder clouds of pain
It's too.much of us livin' in vain
Now what im seyin' the strain
Its like that now
peep the game
like that now
get the humps up out ya back
yea i still embrace the gat
cuz the city ******
so i gotta get witty nitty in the gritty
i seen a starvin babe leechin'
on his mommas *******
but she half dead babe cryin'
look into her eyes and
you can tell she was a ******
**** how could this be
its my society
givin' drugs to the community
cant escape the rain
or the pain
just a little **** on my brain
coca leafs to puff on
henney and the boones farm
dont sway from the good
stay close to the hood
even though we got good times n bad times
kickin' dope rhymes
no punchlines
just sayin' whats on my mind
i wish i could bless the world
really doe
not have to front a show
just get some dough
that boy jesus
lived thirty three in a half years
aint neva have a job
just twelves homies
rollin' through the breeze
rocks cryin' water turns into red wine and
miracles happen in mysterious ways
still hopin' for better days
radiate my soul
chillin' unda the sun beam rays
feel me????
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
the beauty of the world,
the beauty of this girl
the pain in her eyes
the tears she made me cry
the laughter she hasn't felt
stripped of her worldly self
no more coverings to hide her pain
only true colors this canvas can contains
the violets the violence, the pink I should be her highness
she should be my queen
but her face also shows shyness
the distraught gaze as she looks away
from her knight in shining armor
cause she knows today wont be the day
that there's no longer a child starvin
stripped of her status no more wealth
able to bear her body
no blemishes no welts
physical pain she has not known
but the worlds will be always be shown
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
^ ^
( • )
~
She said ...... (?)
•
I don't listen to her much no more
••
She says I LOVE YOU ! to anyone
With a Golden ***** in his hand
••
She turns her Love to Hatred at the First Chance
•
We seen her do it so many times before
••
••
Ah sure she's just a frightened little girl
----
But the Pain she causes also kills
••
Bombers are flying cross the skies
People starvin people dead
It's kinda crazy to see the death
Caused by the false love of little kids
••
One more ONCE MORE is all we get
I hope you hear me
I really hope you don't forget
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
( (
• •
) )
:::
:::
:::
:::::::::: O :::::::::
Dragon come
We call aloud
The war
Settles in
We have We have We have
Failed
/////
Starvin
Starvin
Starvin
Starvin on the street
We
Are
Simply gettin killed
///
Dragon
We
Call your name
We wanted peace
But we failed
:::
:::
:::
::::::: O :::::::
And we think it very necessary
That MAN survives somehow
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Since a kid I endured so much pain it was hard to block out the rain
And sustain
this madness coming straight insane from my brain
seems like demons kept me sane
But I was deranged society acts strange
Huh I was just a yougin' sufferin'
Starvin' in need of a hungerin'
Made for harmful ways cuz I had no one to say
What was right or wrong I had to christen the ****
Til the **** my problems
meditatin' to slow songs
Since my adolscent I needed my father presence
But all I got in return was an abstence the distance
Was killin' me tears running down my face rapidly
Wondering why must I face this pain my soul felt misplaced
Born into a curse mama tried to nurse
But my thoughts was dry looking for thirst
Cuz I was boy transitionin' into a man
Alot of homies feel the same understand
where I'm coming from so come again
Don't be mad at me when society
Is the one that beckons me reckoning me
My new daddy became the MCs
From radios magazines papers and on the TV
They got the same deal as me
No fathers just a prefigured destiny
A free trip to the penitentiary modern day slavery
Babylon ain't never left they still reigning
they I'm crazy I cuz I see pain that once tried to **** me
I know ya feel me vibing I'm space agin'
To this Dilla Dangelo beat got me fillin' replenish and complete
Obsolete the weak and that spirits that speak
I punish em send em up ***** Creek
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
I'm Hungry
I'M HUNGRY
I'm STARVIN
like MARVIN
FEED ME!!!!!!!
FEED ME!!!!!!!
FEED ME!!!!!!!!
FEED ME!!!!!!!
I'M HAVING HUNGER PAINS!!!!!!!
I'M HAVING A HUNGER ATTACK!!!!!!
FEED ME NOW!!!!!
OH, PLEASE GIVE ME A SNACK!!!!!
If you do, I WILL BE OKAY!!!
DOORDASH or GRUB HUB,
Please be ON YOUR WAY
Feed me now,
RIGHT NOW and TODAY
I want my FOOD,
OH, CAN'T YOU SEE
My STOMACH IS GROWLING,
I have a NEED TO FEED,
now,
FEED ME
SEYMOUR!!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 8/29/2024
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC
when I wake up
I'm always starving
with the thought of you on my mind
the taste of you on my tongue
the way you fill me up
breakfast in bed
the way i like your legs
over-easy
day dreaming
glance at the clock
it's almost time for lunch
searching for you like a hawk
excuse my pardon
but i'm starvin' like marvin'
it's almost time for dinner
i hit the lottery
winner, winner, chicken dinner
i can just feel ya
nice and juicy
as i bite into your leg
all of these emotions i can barely take
maybe after midnight
i want a snack
you're the good thing that happens after 2AM
I've been hungry with you on mind
if you have strings
I'll pull them aside
swear baby, I just want to unwind
you make me feel like a ******
why am I always hungry?
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 1:58 AM UTC