"yadda" poems
Yadda......yadda......yadda
he's dying of loneliness
Go listen to the news
They're Nine million people lonely in the country
You're all known for your coldness
Some don't even know their neighbours
You abandon your parents when they get old
Put them away in Retirement homes
when was the last time you saw your elderly mum
when was the last time you called your sister
Thank God for the GRASS being the scapegoat used by crooks
To illustrate community mobbing let us all gang up together
Now you're hugging the Asians and the blacks are your best friends
yadda......yadda......yadda
come join the club we are all mates now
against that outsider grass we welcome all
the ***** ******* are molesting women oh it's just
to make grass envious cause we've stopped him loving
talk to me I hate you no more because grass is more hated
no more bullying you just join us and help us harass that grass
don't trouble that foreign shopkeeper we now want him to join
welcome Muslim brothers and sisters come join us
we now like you cause we have somebody else to hate
hey Mr ugly come here for a hug just make sure its in front of grass
you my loner friend be lonely no more you are now a club member
you Somalian, you Ethopian, you chinese, you Ugandan no matter
everyone is friends no more hassle just hate the grass as much as us
yadda......yadda......yadda
this is politics we fool and fool you all
when we need you you are our best friends
we show you our commonality and bring you into the fold
just make sure you do as you're told and don't grass like grass
we will give you opportunities to make grass jealous
we will forge a grapevine from here to Kathmandu and beyond
we will teach you hate and poison your stinking minds
we will imprison you and make you our slaves to serve us
just make sure you give that grass a hard time and come for a prize
this is all our secret and your minds belongs to us gangstalking crew
make him lonely make him friendless and show viva democracy
You are all simpletons and that's how you will stay in our pockets
this is a union of morons by morons for morons and the crooks win
yadda......yadda......yadda
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC
Stuck on the actual prime meridian
where gambling and grown up shenanigans
are viewed all *****
hurting society, though I could legally go to the drain on my street
and drop a thousand twenty pees in it
nae bother
our equivalent bet
as high rollers we are surely not
I miss you Vegas
with your daft anti-reality cushions,
the strip with no history or heritage
necessarily
but with goofy drunken dreams brimming alive
and I know vice, bad, horror, addiction yadda yadda
I miss you Vegas
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 10:43 AM UTC
[Alright, I don’t know how else to say this, but...
You know Unsafe?
I only made 3 parts.
I keep getting wind that there’s a part 4.
I’m starting to think that SHE continued it somehow.
How she did is beyond me, considering she isn’t exactly real.
Oh yeah.
You might want a little clarity as to whom i am referring to.
Alright. so, the series X is written about a mystery girl that is called (or rather represented as) X, no?
Well, the reason she’s called that is because nobody knows her name.
I never gave her one.
Getting back on topic, it’s supposed to be written by another fictional person, whom for the sake of continuity, we will call W. Now, W and X were in love, very much so. W is offed, X mourns, yadda yadda yadda, et cetera, et cetera. Well, I felt that in order to give X more clarity and depth, that i’d have to write a second series, One that is written in the perspective of X. This premise became what you now know as Unsafe.
But, for some reason...
As I continued writing Unsafe, it felt more and more like I wasn’t even writing.
It’s like she had extended into my subconsious, from the fictional world in which she dwells, and into my pen.
Luckily, she’s easy to identify. I write her in ‘a special way’ as opposed to my [normal] writing.
Wait.
Alright, Don’t be alarmed, but She MIGHT (this is a big might) have escaped the domain I made for her,
Unsafe,
And into my Notes.
I cannot tell if it’s true or not, as this notice is considered it’s own poem. I cannot interact with my Notes until I decide to leave any poem that I am currently in.
But more importantly, this also implies that she is SENTIENT, and no longer needs me to convey her thoughts and actions.
Hell, she might be fighting for control over my account as I write this!
Ahahaha...
I really ******* myself over, huh?
Anyways, if you see her, tell me IMMEDIATELY! Just whatever you do, DON’T interact with her! In her current state, she is most likely extremely hostile.
I do appreciate you reading X and Unsafe, but this is getting a liiiiitle serious here, so uh...
Please take caution! I couldn’t live with myself if one of my readers LITERALLY GOT KILLED OFF by one of my works.
I’ll update you guys if anything meaningful happens.
In the meantime, I think I’ll go somewhere...
Familiar.]
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
Just shoot me now, I'll beg and I'll plead
Stuck in a meeting, just needing to ***
My boss, a buffoon, kicking up dust
Tirade of a fool, his message, a bust
Texting the phone, sexting my miss
Wishing so hard, for that kind of bliss
Pushing the envelope, of time and of space
Conference calls, please coup-d-grace
Listening for words that make any sense
Boring as hell, a dearth of suspense
Yadda yadda, and blah blah, blah blah
Yakkity schmakity, hit me, with your car
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
i like prada(wht u like)
got ***** in mi hand(wht u got)
and all yall ******* be like
yadda yadda yadda yadda
got dame i dont think u even ******* understand come close,
you dont even know who i am
snappin at mi a$$ like a ******* PARANA*
you an under ******* achiever
gona
snap ya like a twig...overdosed
nirvana
when im up on the block
all the men faint their gurls hating cuz i am who they aint
im always open so call me for a date
leave your girl behind
she'll never know wht hit her
up though the grass hissing like a snake
she'll never know wht bit her
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
da da dada yada
da da yada yada
hey hey frankie boy
they give ya praise as got no joy
hey hey frankie you
aint no slave now....are you!!
da da dada yada
da da yada you
ye are as man upon de earth
no matter
no matter
or maybe it matter!
ya da da da da yadda true
da hell wit all des flatterers
oh yeah
yea are soul true
so a guess a death thinkin.....
we gotta
jus to overwhelm da lies
with unceasing
true
truth............
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 11:17 AM UTC
I like Prada (what you like)
Got ***** in my hand(what u got)
And All yall ******* be like Yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda...
Got **** i don't think u even ******* understand
Come close, you dont even know who i am
Snappin at my *** like a ******* PARANA
You an under ******* achiever gona Snap ya like a twig..
Overdosed nirvana
When im up on the block all the men faint
Their girls hating cause i am who they aint
Im always open so call me for a date
Leave Ur girl behind, she'll never know what hit her
Up through the grass hissing like a snake
She’ll never know what bit
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 12:58 PM UTC
If:
There were no people of color, they'd pick on redheads.
If there were no redheads they would pick on people with glasses.
If there were no people with glasses they’d pick on fat people.
If there were no fat people, they’d pick on welfare recipients.
If there were no welfare recipients, they’d pick on non-Christians.
If there are no non-Christians around, they'll pick on Catholics.
If there are no Catholics around they'll pic on Christians from any denomination except theirs.
If there are none of those around, they'll pick on college graduates.
Obladee, obladah, yeah! Yadda yeah, the list goes on...
(The same thing applies with Non-Christian bigots. Just change a word here and there.)
Bigots are bigots
No matter what the name
The underhanded tactics
Are all just the same.
They are heartless and evil.
That’s the name of their game.
They are social criminals and
Look for someone else to blame.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC
No!
Now shut the door behind you,
There’s only one regret I have,
And that’s not having you,
One last time,
You sure are beautiful
But then I’d be focused on the outer cast,
Instead of making love to the inner frequency,
I would regress to the outer self,
Because I no longer love the inner you.
I ended it the way I want,
I’m truly self-aware and happy,
Truly,
Just a little dumbfounded that it took so long,
My chest heaves easier knowing that I have moved on.
I knew I found it with you and I know when I will find it again,
When the outer shell is decorated so keenly, so lavish, begging,
That I’ll try to find out about the inner you,
I’ll be more aware of what I need next time.
In any given relationship there are two people,
Before anything, these two are on as polar opposites as possible,
One knows only one truth, “I am Me”
And Two knows the same exact truth,
But they are so drastically different that it would take an eternity to sort it out,
And no one has that kind of time.
These two truths represent the beginning chain of Order and Chaos
It is needed in everything, just in balance
As One and Two meet,
Certain traits and offensives come out of the woodwork,
This represents the Chaos,
It will grow unless taken care of,
These are the little fires that can be extinguished,
Then the Chaos of the Big Fire
Climb and grow and soon,
They start to be indistinguishable and blend
Into the One Order (Love, Unity, Harmony, yadda yadda yadda.)
It’s where time is impregnated by you and another entity.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
Today, in towns across America
teachers can be armed
carrying in classrooms
no pupils, teachers, harmed
Running to the same ol whine
the opposition, plans to appeal
spending of taxpayer dimes
a gun control rant, and spiel
The NRA says bravo
we'll provide free ammo
yadda yadda blah blah blah
full info, in their memo
It's so **** easy
creating false news
pick and issue, volatile
and then simply just
abuse
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
The cavern was huge and brimmed with echoes
and painted with shadows by unseen flickering flames.
"AH! Sir, you've arrived"
(He put his hand over my head to shield
it from the jagged rock edges that
constituted an opening into the cavern)
"Welcome to 'Love' "- he pointed to a little sign on a chain
"Im Cupid"
(Cupid is not a small chrub after all, believe me!)
"I'll be your host tonight and for the forseable future"
(He sniggered a coda - 'well yours anyway...')
"I'll show you your table, where you'll find your beloved already seated."
She got up as we approached and offered me her dainty digits
(Cupid whispered to me)
It was Madison Johnson whom I'd met a the wake I'd just come from
"Isn't she just the most beautiful thing you ever saw
- and she thinks you're the bees knees. ....enjoy"
(he left us, I think, I can't recall; too busy looking into HER eyes)
"So... that Cupid guy....huh?" I stammered as I began to swim in her gaze
"AH! Sir, you've arrived."
(I saw him switch the sign, Cupid, turned it deftly as some new guy arrived)
(He shielded the head of old Mr Bruce at whose wake I had been an hour ago)
"Welcome to 'Hell' !!"
"I'm Old Nick/Bellezebub/Betelgeuse, yadda, yadda, whatevs.
- Now, get. ******* in. there!"
('Cupid' kicked poor Mr Bruce with his ... hoof,
the leathery point of .."his tail" shimmered in the flames).
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
All the words you write
All the words you say
All the meanings you intend
All the thoughts you can't comprehend
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Congratulations on fooling the masses once again
Yadda yadda yadda
Radda Radda Radda
You've bored me thru and thru
With every thing you do
Yadda yadda yadda
Radda Radda Radda
Oh just **** off
Won't you
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Peps, here listen, hear me out
yeah I know you're all really doing your best
trouble is, your best isn't good enough
You're making us look like Keystone cops
all this haphazard stasis-cating around like drunk Ruskies
staying up late back early morning, obsessive yet incompetent
Yes, persistent is the key
thing is though, you're just too dumb
some of you think eggs grow on trees
after all there are egg plants, so surely eggs come from trees
yes! and we all live in a yellow submarine!
Now listen to me, you plebs
Don't you know what 'Royalty' means
do you think its some wishy washy label from Primark
or some honor you can buy at a Car boot sale
No, you pumpkins, it's not and don't mention 1066
or that opinionated zealous fool, Oliver Cromwell
If you don't know it yet, better know now
our Royal Adversary is Simply The Best
this man is as good as you can get
we are talking Exceptional here
we are talking, top drawer, creme de la creme
we are talking, One of a Kind, the Real Deal, yes!
We are the majority, yes..fat lot of good, that has done
you're all as common as muck, ****** ******** twerps
that's all you are.
yadda yadda this, yadda yadda that we are attacking his psyche
it's psychological warfare, it's mental and emotional assaults
it's your mother's *** you dumdum, the man is laughing at you
Christ! what's with you people, how useless are you!
I know half of you are demented psychos
and the other halves just plain simpletons and sheeps
now the blasted public are beginning to see that,
they are fed up, already!
I tell you now what your ******* problem is
you think we humans are all the same, you think he is on your level
you ***** think he thinks like you, sees like you, reacts like you.
You, yes you, are stupid, does he look stupid to you?
If you say yes, then you're even more stupid than I know
Just be ****** honest with yourselves and face facts
you are just common muck, oiks chewing straws
and the man is Class, quality, top grade, the business
gifted, talented, brave, courageous, exceptional and a ****** 'One of'
The Man is simply ROYAL, that's nobility for you
and say or write any **** you want, that's the ******* TRUTH
Now, get lost and go continue your nonsense
and don't steal anything on you way out, that's all you're good for!
jingoistic trash, time wasters full of dog's crap.
And you men, if one can call you men, with your floppy tiddlers,
put aside your prick-envy complexes and engage your brains.
( What brains, actually? )
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 9:40 AM UTC
I couldn't help it
if you came the same
as you did before
And your weakness
is the only thing
that keeps you talking
Yea, yea, yea
Yadda, yadda, yadda
Realize the same thing
Who's been faking
it the whole time?
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
Da, da ce
Jiya ma jiya ce
Gobe fa mece ce?
Allah ne zai ce
Yadda yau ita ce
Tayi kyau ta dace
Kamar ace na face
Hanci na ne yace
Na wuce a kaikaice
Kamar naji zan ****
Ta gefena a karkace
Ashe abin karya ce
Wasu sun ce dabi'a ce
Ga yan Adam yaudara ce
Hakikani kaddara ce
Shugabanci, baiwa ce
A baka tama kima ce
Talauci wai musifa ce
An manta komai baiwace
Feb 18, 2022
Feb 18, 2022 at 5:19 PM UTC
In my hour of darkness, no, your not there. And tho, I reach out to you, couldnt lend a hand...
I struggle to put words on paper, my thoughts are else where.
My motivation has left me alone with black thoughts of just frustrated emotions.
This writing puts me no where closer to archive a goal, yet my ramblings of of my shadow, the man I used to be, is all thats left to speak. That person is tired, tasteless, tattered, worn, stale... yadda yadda...
You need something new to read, I need new emotions, to write about. Excitement, joy, wonderful creations in between these lines of gibberish.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
What is more glaring than the sun
what is more certain than snow in the arctic
what is darker than a monsoon night in the Kilimanjaro
what is more obvious than an elephant in a room in Manhattan
it is the
pathetic repartee of the bullies
the anodyne put-downs of losers
the sneering twist of the cowards
the reverse twist of distinction by the incapable
the sneering take on what outshines the inadequate
the dimming of the intelligence that surpasses them
the ill-masked smite that burns their envy and jealousy
the ferocious rage that rips them as they witness qualities
they can never attain or deeds far beyond them or achievements
impossible for them or talents they can never possess or acclaims
they can never derive or standards they can never attain
the surly curly lipped losers, underachievers and cheap bullies
the brick-bats throwers
the Debbie Downers
the spoilt, regressivess's
the sad immature cowards
the self loathing under-confident sub-human
You stand out a mile and you are weak and cowardly
and you live in fear
Real Talents in so many ways and in so many things have
by-passed you
distinction and excellence can never know you or come your way
You're just a nickel and dime bully and you are easily recognizable
yadda yadda bad, yadda ******* that all you can do and be!!
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
highest rate of illiteracy
highest rate of divorces
highest rate of ***** mothers
highest rate of One parents family
7.3 million people (17% of the adult population)
on anti-depressants
mad dogs and yadda yadda go out in the mid-day sun
we understand your problems and know misery seeks company
we know it seeks to vent, to rage rile rant simmer and pour out bile
and we know all these ills are particularly prevalent in lower classes
so please know its not only you lot suffering they're seven millions plus
its not something in the water or in fish and chips its all in your heads
and projecting your pains and insecurities to others isn't going to cure you
it will just occupy your weak beings and make you even more crazy
and wittering professional and obsessive dumb dumb woe-mongers
you won't get to be rich cool smart sharp and drive a Merc that way...
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 9:53 PM UTC