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Go right ahead and edit my shit/
The truth hurts and STEPHE sucks …..!/
Everytime I write trouble follows/
I don’t hide, I got guts, I ain’t hallow/
I fight back wit both fists up/
Yall started suttin’ you can’t finish, times up!/
Ruffle your feathers LikeaGhost, you bitch/
No mo Skag, next thing you know…. twitch!/
Yall can debate wheather or not this is poetry/
I could care less, Half the people in here don’t even have a G-E-D/
And oh yeah I almost forgot… where’s STEPHE????/
He or she is keepin’ silent/
Cuz if I get pissed off, I get voilent!/
Im gonna calm down this is just fun and games/
But if this is my last verse, Im goin’ out in FUCKIN’ FLAMES!/"No one’s iller than me" – Slim Shady
mad man’s in play
why not it’s sunday
games to watch
keys to stroke
tunes to blast
frop to blaze
no more snore core
tonight is my monday
sit back
relax
a taxCant believe its Sunday and Im sober
Turn off MTV cuz i cant stand Keith Loder
Monday NO Work
Stay home all day and act like a jerk
I love it, the Colts lost
I eat salad thats tossedHighly recommended:
Fine selection of Dutch poets & poems, great translations as well by the 2003 Nobel Prize winner
AFTER PATCHEN
she sits beside the table
arranged as for a feast.
beyond the walls
an owl calls.
our simple fare becomes
the wealth of ages.for what it’s worth
the world outside can burn.
married now,
this line’s complete.farewell to shopgirls
and bookstore mistresses.
we too have lain together long
and become more virginal"dB stands for den Buck" wrote:Highly recommended:Fine selection of Dutch poets & poems, great translations as well by the 2003 Nobel Prize winner
Hey dB, I just remembered who J.M. Coetzee was! I mean… is!
The spoon, the dish, the dirt,
forages with little effort.
Still, no lift. No sweetness
To fill my lips
Headaches fit my last ditch
So the memory will be herded
When the stomach sits
–Stops to rumble–
And becomes fond of
What little bread has crumbled
Lone tactics and worms tumble
A farce laced with lead
Only my food tastes
Like it’s decomposing
Only my food tastes
Like it’s deadreverse?
to wish for only a curse
not in words but in herds
can’t return, so let’s burn
time, rhyme; and that silly mime
white gloves never brought doves
i’m happy when my right speaker works
spinning connections to create sound
dancing wildly but no love to be found
only to win isn’t worth much
only to play saves my lonley day
here to hear and post to toast
sunday smiles from many miles
awayPig skin thrown
Church cheer,
Ugly tatoos, cheap beer
A sun-kissed oriole
Tell me, who stole the superbowl?letting my time run, basically need fun.
always a re-run, longing for sun.
over shoulder soilder, free dumb bell.
lifts gifts of pie, not is or wasfore!
ever
shone like rays better daze;
so to be always might, no fight left.
sollem cleft, under sure vague lance.
shutters like replacement butters.
laugh out proud, hope not in crowd.
rowdy from complaining, slightly enteraining.we should tie him down, too bad he’s president.
probably a bad idea, or at least pretty tough.
how do you stop evil? vote you idiot, sorry.
much more to come, i wish my appolligie aided.
the phone left little resistance, assured assistance.
broken glass deters class to remain in the supposed political gain.
I need a blanket this tissue is full…splitting head ache
ease in release hopoe scease soon
noon becomes the may-pole of my night
weaving dreams or so it seems
brought to you by boredumb
waste in space
nash saw something worse than tv
hope no weak in weekend
time release quickened before i sicken, worse
curse, put a quarter in the jar, choose your words better.
still remeber lost my sweater, should start that letter.
a treastie on truth, you bet on a losing propostion.
situatition stayed trite, yet we still see fight.
left, breath, a weather report well below normal name calling.
this is not a poem.
sorry, just felt like typing.
i am so happy sometimes, now it’s probably over, like landover
dem oh listen
please win and cure sin
impossible but passable; i want fresh air on the rise.
trees growing, seeds sowing.
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