Liquor might be the death of me
But I don't care, it's a part of me
Every time I have an extra 10 bucks, the liquor store I hit
I get drunk and call some girls..in the morning I'm like ****
Why is she mad, what did I say
Fucket, it's another day
Can't worry about what she's feeling
Nobody knows the cards my life has been dealing
It's ****** up, lonely boredom typing on some unknown website
Listening to Linkin Park "In the End"
My words are deeper than "bands a make her dance"
Yet I type in rhymes to make this **** have a cool end
My mind is ****** up
I forgot what this poem was about?
Liquor, oh yea. I have a bottle most people would get alcohol poisoning off of
I can drink it, no problem just wake up needing chapstick
Spent 100s on college books now I'm broke
Man I'ma loner I neeed a *** to poke
Lookin at my tatts glad I don't smoke
Liquor, I drink brown I drink clear
Straight up (ghetto talk) **** a beer

I,
step out for a spell,
To clear my head.
Take in the salt air,
Night breeze dries my sweat.

It's done now, it's out there,
Don't say you regret it.
No taking those words back,
You already said it.

The truth at last,
So that's how you feel?!
If only I'd known,
I'd've swam past your reel.

Boy, was I foolish,
To take that first bite.
To see where that line led,
To give up that fight.

That first stark encounter,
I nibbled, you pulled.
Hook, line, and sinker,
You land a fool.

I flipped and flopped,
My eyes glazed in defeat.
You called over your friends,
And I gasped at your feet.

You hung me up high,
Your trophy on the wall.
To use as you needed,
Which was never at all.

Why did you do it,
Why tempt me like that?
Why keep me latched on,
Like your piercings and tatts?

Our time was a waste,
Or so you did claim.
I'm sorry, but no way,
I'm not taking the blame!

Every time you needed me,
I came running fast.
To talk to at night,
To help trouble pass.

And now you are strong,
And stable and fine.
So you're tossing me aside,
Like vinagered wine.

Well let me pour out,
These last sour thoughts.
This isn't a rant,
No really, it's not.

So sorry I left,
A bad taste in your mouth!
So sorry I silenced,
All your worries and doubts!

So sorry I picked up,
The phone every night!
For you to cry out your eyes,
And console you til light.

So sorry I was there,
When you needed a friend!
So sorry I was there,
When you needed a freakin friend!

But whatever, that's fine,
You're done with me? Great!
You've already set up,
With new line and new bait.

Enjoy the hunt, babe,
Patience is key.
It'll be a while before,
You land another like me:

A fool so naive,
So willing to assume...
That love is the means,
To make friendship bloom.

The truth I now know,
Is quite simple, it's this:
A sucker is born every minute,
For bliss.

Our passion was real,
At least, was to me.
Maybe you faked it,
Just maybe, we'll see.

But I'll tell you this one thing:
There's no turning 'round.
Next time your ship starts sink,
I'm afraid you're going down.

I won't be there at night,
For talk, ***, or tea.
Goodbye, babe, goodnight,
And good luck without me.

You laugh at my feelings,
You pity my sorrow.
But we'll see who is laughing,
Come this time tomorrow.

You see, what I know,
And realize is this.
I've learned from my pain,
And have forgotten your kiss.

And forgotten your shape,
In the bed late at night.
And forgotten that feeling,
Your hand held so tight.

And forgotten the things,
That would make your eyes glow.
And the ticklish spots,
From your head to your toes.

And the way that your smile,
Would make my whole week.
And how excited I got,
With your tongue in my cheek.

Forgotten your smell,
That shampoo you use.
Forgotten it all,
It's stale old news.

I wish you the best,
Good luck out there, hon.
Cause just like you said,
Baby, we're done.

Fun while it lasted,
But all good things end.
Like we did tonight,
When you typed and pressed send.

Get down rock round and round
Love to her you moan mm girl thats the sound
Dap a pound
Feeling so ****** pick me up off of the ground
Feel the bass up in my chest
Music calling me this ain't a test
If you think you better boy give it a rest
Only got 3 tatts
Spurs hats
Living big you should know it says it on the mat
Of my crib when you first walk in
You know when I walk in the party has begin
We gonna get ****** up all night there just isn't an end
But to much just got me in the morning sick
Them girls saying they want me and want me ****
But I don't wanna **** I tell em to keep them jaws thick
Swerving them lanes
Turn off the lights when I see a gang
Drive pass by and my glock goes BANG
Purple smoke not original dank
All purple even my drank
We call ourselves potheads ***** what the **** do you thank

Walking around with socks in Croc's looking so fly, with my expensive Starbucks and saggy ears from the extensions I put in a couple years ago, I wish that in my youth I never strived for getting high. I wanted to be cool with a man bun and ugly tatts, had a beanie cap but I could go back I would never let myself do that. Wife beaters, sometimes with preppy jeans or short, I was styling but now I find myself in court. I could never find any good jobs because of the stupid **** I did to fit in, I'm scarred to go to jail, and I know that I'll be a **** buddy to all those perverts looking at me with their demonic grins. Why did I roll with what society and my friends were handing out, and now I'm in a jam and I know there's no getting out. Groupies always riding with me, but now none of them are here to see me, alone with no way to be free. So much regrets, how did my life end up in such disaster, I can blame my family and friends or God even though I know I'm just as much to blame for this calamity, and that I can be somewhat of a ****** cheeky *******. Toxic, this whole thing is just so toxic, and I'm so sick and I know it just how it goes, even though sometimes I know that I can be as stubborn as a brick. Only seeing **** from the bridge of my nose, didn't give a **** about purity, I just slept with a whole bunch of hoes. Smocking ****, drinking a whole lot of jack Daniels and Hennessey, popped some Molly's, man I swear every time I did I felt like I was in the land of Disney. Looking back at my life is so dizzying, teacups go round and round, circle of life, and in the center of it all I was a god, I was king. Self centered and self afflicted, I couldn't handle my problems so I did drugs and now I'm too addicted. So toxic, but I can't stop it, I have tried to become clean but eventually I would always run back to it. Chasing a dream, face all white from all the *******, and its all the same, thinking I was a real g when I went to the ******* and made it rain. ***** all day, ***** all night, till I ran out of money, and all of them flew away from me like they was a runaway kite. Toxic, I just was so ****** up, thought I was so tough, but when it came to defending myself I couldn't buck up. Faded phases, just a maze rat running through all of society's test mazes. Peer pressure, societal pressure, intoxicating my mind, but what I'm left with is nothing, I must have been out of my mind. Adult crimes, adult decisions, not some punk kid anymore with no restrictions. Don't define yourself by what others do, just be you and do what you want to do. Everyone makes mistakes, don't do anything you'll later regret and I know its hard but I believe you can cut through all the worlds toxic filled snakes. Life isn't fair nor is it equal, and we are not a perfect people, but with perseverance and hope we can have a good sequel. Change happens, life moves fast, but if we keep in the toxins that are killing us and this world we won't be able to last.

I’m not into modern music since
The Spyders came to town,
One of those painted-tainted groups
That you often see around,
But Anne-Marie was younger than me
And she went with every craze,
She called me a boring dinosaur
At the height of those Spyder days.

I’ve always been a conservative,
I don’t get carried away,
I know whatever is going down
It won’t be there next day,
The house was full of discarded things
That had lost their first allure,
The moment she saw the Next Big Thing
Come barrelling through the door.

The Spyder thing was over the top
I said to her more than twice,
‘They’ll be forgotten within a month,’
She replied, ‘That wasn’t nice!
Why do you always bring me down,
You’re turning into a grump!’
So I wasn’t allowed to criticise,
She put me under the pump.

She came back home from the hairdresser’s
With a bouffant type of style,
Sprayed and lacquered so it was hard,
She slept upright for a while.
She said that it was the Spyder look
That the girls all thought it great,
With hair like a spider’s legs each side,
Bobbing around her face.

I shook my head, but I held my tongue
There was nothing to be gained,
For anything that I said just then
Would bring me future pain.
The following day, she went away
And she came back home that night,
With a square of plaster on her neck
And I thought, ‘This isn’t right!’

She said that she’d got a small tattoo
And I nearly had a fit,
I said, ‘That’s going to be there for life,’
So she wouldn’t show me it.
She kept me waiting a week to see
The blue-black spider there,
Crawling up the nape of her neck
And heading into her hair.

‘How shall I ever kiss you there,’
I howled, while shaking my head,
‘That’s the end of our necking days,’
‘Oh don’t be soft,’ she said.
We barely spoke for a week back then
It was just the early Spring,
She spent her time round the roses with
Her bouffant, and that ‘thing’.

There’s always a lot of spiders webs
Outside, at that time of year,
And Anne-Marie must have brushed through them
And got them caught in her hair,
For days she said that she wasn’t well
That she must have had the flu,
But then one morning I woke in bed
To see that her lips were blue.

Her head fell back on the head rest, and
Disturbed the bouffant style,
And thousands of tiny spiders rushed
On out of her hair, meanwhile,
They swarmed on over her shoulders,
From the nest she had on her head,
But Anne-Marie was beyond it now
For Anne-Marie was dead!

I never listen to music now,
I turn off the radio,
Whenever the Spyder’s music’s played
On the Old-Time Late Late Show.
The band broke up a decade ago
And the lead is doing time,
He said that his skin began to crawl
With the tatts all down his spine.

David Lewis Paget

We decided to offer a non-event
For it hadn’t been done before,
We ordered a super, over-sized tent
And the grass to grow on the floor,
But the tent was cancelled the day it came
And the grass returned to the man,
For who ever heard of a non-event
That ever ran strictly to plan?

There are music events, and party events,
And horsey events, equine,
Racing events and crazy events
And lazy events, sublime.
There’s events to do most anything
Which is why I thought it true,
That the most exciting event of the year
Would be one with nothing to do.

We’d offer an awesome Rock event
With a band who wouldn’t be there,
And a totally gratis haircut, meant
For the men without any hair.
A skin tattoo for the motley crew
That we know as **** and tatts,
Then tell them the ink was really glue
For manufacturing hats.

The roads would be blocked for an hour or less
With the cars that never came,
We’d put the non-event posters up
They could read them all in vain.
I hear we’re up for a Nobel Prize
For giving it up on Lent,
That one and only, never to come see
World Class Non-Event!

David Lewis Paget

i killed karma

2 shots: she gots
to my;…… blue eye;……
no lie;…….. not even high;……
this guy ?;….me girl?;…..
u wanna ****?
well fkl hell or heaven as well
leave me in limbo
im coming for u ***** HHAHAahahaha
i'd set u to fire
turned on by flames call me a lier
i wouldn't even waste spit to put you out
sitting back and watching u burn
******* on ya ashes just for a thrill

1 shot to my money
ding ding she had him on the ropes
but thats last years time of no hopes
but yeah thats loning forgotten
this ***** out to get me so fin raw
lemme let JQ show you how to *****

7 years bad luck or so they say
2 fkn mirrors broke that day
so KARMA *****? it seems like u have something  personal what u gotta say?
so come on then? come look me in these baby blue eyes
don't have time to play with ya ******* or a teddy
i despise everything u stand for you
***** ill **** you tonight, want to get in my way and dismay
everything you think, you think.
shot 2 waste my ink
across the walls floors and doors in a blink
come on then? right now?  already
your scales not balanced its top heavy
names johnny but you knew already?
youre not even real and your out to get me.
typical women made of myth and lies,
going steady steady with Quidie Quidie
yeah maybe baby happened already?
thought u were letting dreams and lies
i see your demise
not one to kiss and tell but karma?
im quiet the charmer
your momma, mother nature?
same time i date ya?
u both perg u say? HA
at the one and all creator
he def a yawll hater
to bad so sad
chilling with our daughters
watch em break aa waters.
rhymes with water *
*** sis on yous
just quid quid views


thanks for the **** today
blood and face tatts
yoh tooo ****
drib it dribt it crocked frogs at niiki
(Shot Kyle for that meme)
in  a minute
broootthhhheeeerrrrr
shoof a binnet
hows your
but LEB me not go there
(actually laughing for real at tis kak im typing now)


karma ***** im coming for u in the affair life
im gonna come for you with a knife
im coming for u with 50 broken phones
for a start? death by stones  
well ring ring
no one home
karma **** my ****
matter fact **** my **** with your mothers lips
**** not trying to be clever tho
not trying g to operate a threesom in cold weather ***
*** ***
im see u later homes or my carnies
my corona
your momma looking like a biscuit
maybe
kinda pammy lee
fkn snack to school boy johnny
thinkon
cough cough
corona *** covid
19?
im 32 imam drop it drib it
father time
loves lines
speeds his day
gives him a spine
weill i 1/8 leb
so i knock him dead
with 35 of my cousins
off with his head
dreaming of loving alice in wonderland
all day instead
show her other sides she doesn't know
some ladies clearly arnt hoes
karma and these ones tho
difference between morals and ethics
their brain……….. computing….
(did you say ***)
hahaha HA
HAH HAH HA
LIKE THE JOKER OR MAD AS A HATTER
from fish in the she to bugs in the air
your ***** blood karma
yeah i got on em
sorry men
Jq is year if the dragon
looking through the looking glass
or into the future with father time
alines world stuck in my mind
aint no getting out
bored as fk no phone to phone
or things to thing alice and i painted
roses and stuff
in a joy without a huff

haha i lost it
fk it toss it
***** recycle **** it
save the mafkna planet

fast or slow one day though
maybe 99 im getting in my coffin
hand on my ****
with my JQ trademark smirk
ha ha ha ha fk u
imma ****
off-to the next life
as idiotic as iccors
flying close to the sun
you bitchs wont get this pun
8 distinctions karma and u hoes always say
i was like fk it and took ****** and lsd before finals those days\
laugh laugh laugh
ha ha ha ha
funny funny funny
fact fact fact tho

yeah chase johnny he's fun=
F-kn
U-beliavable
N-nonsense

cut my head today badly. phone
actually just died wont charge
an and so much drama
clearly karma hates me
but imma smile
and keep smiling
told i must change today
fk if i change any more from who i was it would have o be into a women *****
fk it ill pat my own back
legit
pruod if u johnny
love josh

x

Sentient husbands
The seed and pa jo Rogan
Fear factor. Steve stabwell honey
Something slumming Logan
And Michael as the mass hell coming

*** Steve is Michael
Logans Gabriel
Russ is prophet of the higher word
Titles bright. Angel saved from hell
The lord is blessing.
Morph. When russ lights his spoken torch
Without the **** ingestion
Or the sentiment slowing porch fire
Torch wired for the divorce of his flames
I'm investing

Divorce from angels title demon
Screaming.
Saving dreams from spoken reasons.
Satan was a being of greed and seeming
Prosperity. In finding need
To bleed for Jesus to be seen and
Hell to keep its disease.
Steven your seed will be breath.
Not to breathe with out his greed for your eternal strength and peace.
Logan knows his approach to baby wit
Ma will be slow but holding.
Boasting golden shields.
Jo Rogan terrified. Square lives.
He won't be allowed kani
Manta and his needs spared to nines....
For four square sentient wives
*** he spared shared lives.
Chris pratt.
No history his tatts.
Reveal shape-shifting gifted vision.
Spector. Television
The seed has intelligent
In medicine. He shall have seven children
Omasku Niskani will be with me in the veteran.
*** his younger will be indifferent to time.
With six with the 9.
Russ is signed to sentient contract.
With selling symptoms
He spits like Ali hits in prime.
The seed is god in his high. Try rhyming
With.....
As russ speaks he says
(Not in rhyme)
Timing. His ducks 7 sliding
Call him prophet giant.
Call his logic defiant. But his word is is his ****
So **** the truth.
It still sticks
The truth ***** but he's sick.

these tatts on my face really mean to me
more than what u see, you see

bored as fk wow
amazed i saw ,master lock up
too raw, wanna rock a party frock
quiet the charmer fk karma
illest,  Michael jack flow you know-thriller?

black on black with tatts like that,
Leather-jack realist…..lady killer
I can't take women, can't take the gun.
I would try to moonwalk  I guess to not run.
i been doing em sideways gliding anyway son.
time defined, a beating remind.
never been a fkn snitch  
never 69,no pun in mind, *****.
the 26's, robbin, johnny playing batman.
clip off a bagman, yeah, he robbed him,
Johnny quid is organized man.
gotta have a battle plan.

In south african state of mind.
You complain about corona.
but we know, Quid always makes the most.
A somebodys nobody still speaking for the good though?
Pointless I know.

so tired of my dam home
i just wanna make alice moan
like a vincent van go(gough)
money was always tho plan tho
johnny lost in wonderland, bro
alice on the other side i know

Tick tack toe
Give him and hand
Call you a ***.

Tick tack toe
Sun-kissed skin?
Nah, fake tan and highlighter glow.

Fee figh foe fum
“I don’t know what he wants!”
*****, are you dumb?

Fee figh foe…run
You’ll never be tight enough
You’re just for fun.

Eeny meeny miney moe
See his scars and tatts?
So just do as you’re told.

Eeny meeny miney…***
*****, you’re cute.
But you’re just a ***.