It's one week till Christmas
And we've had enough
Of grumpy old shoppers
Complaining about stuff.
They hate the line-ups,
They hate the cashiers.
They won't be happy
Till they have us in tears.
The things they are after
Are long gone from the store.
They find it incredulous
We won't be getting more.
Last minute shoppers
Are a pain in the rump.
Each night by closing
This place looks like a dump.
One more week to go,
I sure hope we make it
But in the meantime
We'll just smile and fake it.
1. My ex-girlfriend tried to impress me when
She told me that she is "Fasting"! And I knew
That she was true because, I saw just how
Fast she ate that basket of chicken.......
2. The next time that she told me that she was "Fasting"
It was three (03) double meat Whoppers! And I have never
Seen three (03) double meat Whoppers go so quicK......
3. My ex-girlfriend was so upset! She explained that when
She was young that she could bounce a dime
Off of her butt. Only now, when she bounce the same dime
It only flops!
So, I looked on the bright side and told her that now she can
Bounce a quarter on her belly button and it only drops!
4. The last time that I saw her, she was "Fasting" on a
box of cookies.
* And boy, those (03) box's of cookies sure went fast!
Explanation: That is none sence and no one got fat in the making of this pun!
4. I just hate it when my ex-girlfriend call's me! Usually I keep my
cell phone on vibrate and in my front pocket. My EX-friend
Know's this. She also, know's that I have a bladder problem! Every time
she blow's up my phone it make's me pee!
I know that I hate it, but she give's me such a warm feeling and I take
what I can get!
5. My ex-girlfriend is so stupid that she can't ever give me a piece of
her mind! She has to get an substitute..... Ha! Ha! Ha! He, He, He!
6.My ex-girlfriend, She alway's cut me short!........ She wanted to give
me a piece of her mind, buy, she didn't have enough brain cell's left! Ha! Ha!
Feel the Joke! Uh!
1. When you "Pass Gas" and you know you did........
And no-body heard it........ Is it proper to wait for someone
to smell it first, before you say, excuse me..........
Is it really too late....... That is what my girlfriend doe's!
* I would just blame it on a friend!
Moments To Share:
My ex-girl friend and I were discussing a poem that I wrote! She told
me that it was an perfect oxymoron.......
I told her that she was just a moron!
Words' To Live by:
I was trying to explaine my mis-giving's to my EX-girlfriend......
I told her that the problem was, not that I really love you, because
I don't! The problem is that I just can't get you out of my mind!
I do not know?
I hate it when I'm
told to do
This damn thing
And I hate it
When I don't do it
And am made to
feel a rat!
So what is it that
I hate much more
To do or not to do?
The former is within myself
The latter within me, too!
Today I am going to hop my way to my brother.
To tell him how I feel about not being together.
I thought I could be so kind.
I saw him by the road side and I was blind.
I could just end it all by now.
Today I tried a cow.
It really was hard to do.
Then I hired a semi crew.
I watched carefully, darn he is fast!
My name is Happy ?, I'm Easter's brother who is sad.
He painted eggs that made me jealous and bad.
I hopped one day and he threw an egg at me.
My heart became really cold that memory was key.
I finally thought of it an accident really is going to happen.
Happy Easter is going to be laugh-en.
Good to see you, I said to a mystery man.
I was told not to associate with any human.
It was my last resort.
The man had a sports car a beautiful sort.
I was desperate, now, I'm in a bunny court.
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
One more alien... an extra terrestrial. Bloody foreigners.
There's a person you'd like to curse,
so a voodoo doll, then make first;
Upon that doll now cast a spell,
summoned from the wicked in hell;
Now you need some pins and needles,
bring the pain of pitch forked devils;
The length of pins make sure are long,
the devils pain will be more strong;
The more a needle's thick and round,
will make the pain be more profound;
Must take your victims' lock of hair,
attach it to the doll to wear;
The doll, up high, hold in the air,
Into the doll's eyes, you must stare;
Call the doll by your victims name,
while at the doll, the needle aim;
Curse the name as you stab it in,
twisting and turn it as you grin;
With needles stuck about the head,
each needle deeply did embed;
With legs, all over, stuck with pins,
you now must wish the curse begins.
I hate being sick,
I don't do it well.
My private pity party
Is going just swell.
I cough and I sneeze,
My nose is running away.
I've taken my cold meds
Trying to keep it at bay.
I hate having a cold
And feeling so weak.
At least this fever
Has reached it's peak.
I must end this poem now,
You know how it goes.
It's time to get up again
And go blow my nose.
I hate the way you make me feel guilty about being jealous when other girls hit on you,
I hate the way you can go forever without even seeing or talking to me when your friends are around,
but expect me to drop everything to talk to you when you want my attention.
I hate how you're so happy at times and I'm so sad,
I hate how you treated me like *****but yet I'm the one feeling bad.
I hate how I feel so weak and you're so strong,
I hate how you think you do no wrong.
I hate how you pretend that everythings okay,
I hate how you took my innocence away and act sometimes like it ment nothing.
I hate how I feel so scared,
I hate how I how fast I feel in love with you without a fighting chance.
I hate the way you look at me and just know when something is wrong.
I hate how everything we have means nothing to everybody else
I hate the way I feel inside,
I hate the nights I spent alone and cried.
I hate how everything seems wrong,
I hate the feeling of wanting to belong.
I hate how you're always in my head,
I hate everything mean you have ever said.
I hate wondering how you really feel about me,
I hate how you try to go out with certin friends you feel like you have to lie
I hate how when your job takes you away for long times I left with alone and want to do nothing but cry
I hate it how you can just come in and out of my life and feel like everything is alright
while I am the one that has to put up with the problems, family and drama every night
But most of all I hate the way I can't stop thinking about you, and I hate it even more because I know you know its true
All these thing don't make me really hate you,
It just makes me lust you more an more and it feeds my wanting you right down to the core
Oh, you’re cool. Deck.
With your battered copy of Naked Lunch
tucked away in your thrift-store
-satchel, it’s definitely a satchel-
that holds your cigarettes,
the ones you bummed last Wednesday,
and the extra scarf you keep with you
at all times
just in case your neck gets cold,
which it seems to often,
even though its brother is always
wrapped loosely around your neck.
That iPod in your hand
with the huge headphones
-for better acoustics-
is playing that band you like,
the one with the synth player
who can also play both
the didgeridoo and keytar
at the same time,
but I don’t think that’s the reason
that they only have five fans
or that that’s why you like them.
I won’t tell your friends that
you pay your rent with a trust fund.
-Isn’t that ironic?-
I’ll keep your secret
the way you keep quoting Kerouac,
who you only know of
because of high school English class.
I won’t tell them either
that you hate the taste of coffee,
and miss eating bacon,
and actually think that tattoo
of a Palahniuk quote
-“Your heart is my piñata”-
translated into Finnish
is not as clever as it was
the first time you tried cocaine.
But don’t worry.
I won’t call you a hipster.
That way you don’t have to
pretend to hate it.
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?
Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”
My goodness, how rude can one get?
I haven’t even finished speaking yet.
Your uncaring interruption,
has ruined my thought construction.
Now I have to put my thoughts on the shelf.
Couldn’t you see I was talking to myself ?!
And when I ask you to look for my keys,
Don’t make me beg on my knees.
I hate it when you laugh to beat the band,
Just because you see them in my hand!
And last week when I asked you to find my phone,
Your unkind remark cut me to the bone.
You said “you are losing your mind I fear.,
What’s that thing on your ear?”
It just isn’t nice, no matter how true it rings,
Accusing me of always losing things!
I just hate that quirk about you!!
Hey,.. you seen my other shoe?
I know the Maid of Honour’s duties do not include a speech,
But looking at the perfect Bride, a vision in gold... and peach,
I couldn’t let the moment pass, without the chance to say,
How perfect for each other you are, on this your wedding day.
We’ve been friends forever, in school you were a brat,
But now you’re older, more mature and getting rather fat!
I know you really hate me; the proof is in the dress,
This thing you chose to put me in, it really is a mess!
Bows and ruffles everywhere, however could you think,
That a mature twenty eight year old could pull off vivid pink?
I know your gown is hideous, but even with that said,
There’s still no reason why the other bridesmaids are in red.
It’s clear to all that your wish for me was just to look a show,
And as it is your special day, I thought I’d let it go.
You’d always seemed to find it hard to find the perfect man,
You sat and watched all of your friends find theirs and formed a plan.
You tried it on with who they’d found until you had a date.
And so you lost a fair few friends? You’d found yourself a mate!
And in the groom you’ve found a man who over flows with love,
And through the trials that lie ahead, he’ll help you rise above.
With hugs and kisses he’ll shower you and have a few to spare,
In fact I saw him earlier, canoodling with Claire!
Honey, don’t react like that, he’s a jerk, I know it’s true,
But remember that you first hooked up, at our engagement do.
A leopard cannot change its spots, or so the proverb says,
And you told me you only married him for money anyway!
But then again you always were a shallow two-faced cow,
And why on earth should you decide to change your ways right now?
So ladies and gentlemen please join me, raise a glass,
To the spiteful two-faced Bride, and her two-timing Ass!
MY BEST BAD CHOICE
Was a time --not long ago
When you begged me sweet and low
“Cast your net upon the sea
Quickly,darling, marry me!”
My heart caught
and in a minute
My life was soup
And I was in it
A fair eyed man means dangerous shores
& I'm adrift-- mid rocks galore
On a current, flashing fins
You cast your line--
And hook sweet sins
And, at work you cannot think
When fishy eyes blink out a wink
Even friends are not off limits
When tides wash in the vodka gimlets
Do I hate you, yes, I could
Do I hate you, no, I should
A straying man on marriage seas
When asked to re-chart his course
He usually stomps and screams “divorce”
Mixing metaphors and such
Keeps the critics out of ruts
Straying husbands/shagging rabbits
Cannot/willnot change their habits.
Oct 10, 2012
She exists for a man only
He achieved what a man can
That of trying a trick abstractly
She easily got henned in hand!
Decisions are tough, exclaimed she aloud
Life in love is not easy
He, a rose in hand, proud
Rose up to a plane above
She, a tender one with exalt
Thought of love as sincere admiration
Found out the abrupt truth, abomination!
Her only precious asset his inspiration
Her own body, as sexy asphalt!
Come 'ere kitty eyes so green
Tell me why you're so dang mean
Climbin' curtins and the walls
Midnight rampage through the halls
Chasin' air but never rats
You should know I hate cats!
*just a note: i dont hate cats...(as long as they realize and behave as dogs)...any i have been owned by realize this and quickly learn to fetch, come, sit, no, and master the english language...as such....this kitten(now a cat) is my son's: Oliver, appropriatly named, who is the real-life version of "Garfield" in every possible way...and dearly loved :)
Hard day at the office – circus in town.
I hear the Sousas yellow, or dark Pagliacci brown
All in all I hate this one here clown,
Striding right into my space,
Hiding the other side of his face –
The hurries, the gestures,
Paint so thick it cracks when he smiles
Paint that don’t run, and this here gangling style.
He trips, goes down, frightens a child,
But the freaking holiday crowd rises, croaks, goes wild!
You think of this here kind, usually, as stubby, or fat,
But this one’s long and slim,
A phallic maypole, that damn well describes him.
I hate the cheering, all the rah, rah, rah,
Hate the noisy wildness of this insane Mardi Gras.
I gotta leave, but then I spot this tiny, little girl,
Fall in love with her four-year-old, golden curls.
She laughs, she gurgles, gasps – doll face so fragile
In spite of flatulence, headache, in spite of myself,
Now I don't have a decent job
Or expensive, flashy car
Somedays I don't brush my teeth
Or brush my beehive hair
Get my bra's from bargain bins
My coat's a hand-me-down
I try to act all grown up but
Let's face it, I'm a clown
I've got a filthy accent and
Sometimes I pick my nose
Somedays I don't change my socks
There's jam between my toes
I'm not a morning person
Til I dunk my head in coffee
I'm often unaffectionate
And then a little needy
I hate it that my ribs poke out
And my front teeth aint straight
I hate it I depend so much
On destiny and fate
I'm not the kinda girl you could
Take home to meet your mum
I live in jeans and hoodies
She'd think I was a bum
I don't need you to tell me
There's more perfect girls than me
I'm showing you the truths
Even though they're plain to see
Despite my imperfections
I'm sure there'll never be
Someone who is saner and
Could love you more than me
People loved my soup but they hated me.
Everybody referred to me as the Soup Nazi.
I was strict with people and they feared me because I'm scary.
I scream my head off, that's why I've never been able to marry.
Everybody knew something that was certainly true.
When people pissed me off, I yelled "No soup for you!"
I refused to sell soup to a woman for kissing her boyfriend while standing in line.
My rules were going to be obeyed, I don't care that enforcing them was unkind.
I refused to sell soup to a bald man because he wanted free bread.
When a woman found my recipes in my armoire, I wanted to be dead.
Just because I treated her like dirt, she published them and put me out of business.
I had to close my restaurant and return to Argentina, my life truly is a mess.
I demanded discipline, breaking my rules was what I didn't allow.
I will one day return to America and slaughter Elaine like a cow!
(This poem was inspired by a Seinfeld episode.)
She poses for a picture
Hands entwined in his,
Faces bumping together, hearts connecting beyond embraces
She knows he’s hers and she’s his
In her dreams- in her deepest wishes
Screams! She screams as she jumps
Didn’t even look but plunged right into love
She said ‘It wasn’t my fault’
But a guilty burn stabs her
Ouch! That’s it!
Just pretend that you haven’t thought a million times about him
Oh yeah! All those poems you wrote, daydreaming, -
Fine! She shuts up the voices
So what? He’s the best of every girl’s choices
He’ll never boast but smiles innocently
Every time she wants to hate him
His beautiful brown eyes catch hers
Poof! Hate disappears
A rush of that feeling called love reappears
She lives a fairytale with him
In imaginary land
Smiling on the outside
Snatching a glimpse as he walks by
Hah! She sighs!
Surely, one day, he’ll be mine!
i realky hate my life and all the fake people in it People are hella fake just a bunch of haters trying to see the drama they can create thats exactly why i wana get out of this state because im surrounded a bunch fakes who hate
People always got to talk down just like cowards they do it when im not around.No matter what I do someone always has something to say and me and my buisness people talk about every single day thats what makes me wanna just get away Cowards and fakes are what they are I shine like a star why there over there hating and wont make it far.
I do not know?
I want fame and humility
I want war and I want peace
I want God and I want freedom
I want freedom and enslavment
I want to settle down, and keep moving
I sprint home and crawl to work
I'll eat my fill and then I'll starve
I will kill and I will resurrect
Give me extravagance and give me banality
entertain me and bore me
LOVE ME AND HATE ME
LOVE ME AND HATE ME
so I will show you my lithe desires, absurdly ensuring I will NEVER be at peace
open your mouth and laugh with me
I’ve had it up to here
Feeling mad sat in this chair
As I turn on the flipping news
I hate hearing
About what Will’s doing and what Kate’s wearing
I wouldn’t care if Will was dressed in a chicken suit
While Kate is on the floor licking puke
Wearing fake earrings
Down the market picking fruit
From a stall owned by Del-Boy and Rodney
With their child dressed as Mr Blobby
They aren’t more important than anybody else
Please stop acting like they’re godly
I’d rather use pliers to take out my wisdom tooth
Be stuck on the tallest building to get a different view
Than be forced to listen to A Cheryl Cole song
Wait hold up am I kidding you?
Or am I lashing out because I didn’t get ab date with her like I was wishing to?
Where do we go from here?
To sell records Nicki Minaj has to show her rear
Why am I supposed to care?
I just heard her new song and arghhh I think it broke my ears
You can’t rap or sing Nicki so give up please
Breaking news, Justin Bieber just sneezed
And people are going insane like he’s on his death bed
Quick go and pray, get meds
But don’t pray for that innocent teen who was left dead
I don’t care about what Rihanna’s doing
Don’t care whether she ate, Pizza, Fish, mince or ham
But thanks to twitter and Instagram
We can know all of her movements
With what I’m saying you probably think I drink too much
But I’m 100% sober
Put Kim Kardashian in the tumble dryer to shrink her butt
Let’s see if anyone still knows her
Take a joke people don’t get hurt fast
I’m just trying to get Kim to flirt back
While you’re all obsessed with her ass
I’m thinking she has a new man every 6 months how can anyone be her last?
I’m sick and tired of seeing the word “hater”
But please tell me who’s this “celebrity” in the paper?
X Factor today, Big brother next year
Some say Kim Kardashian has the best rear
When I saw her tape
I thought I know who to call if I ever want a night of boring and poor sex
Ok you made a sex tape have you done anymore yet?
Oh wait I apologise I see you also pose naked
I’ll be more surprised when you wear clothes and show faces
You have little girls idolising you why be so tasteless?
A lot haven’t got careers so they I’m a celeb it
Wait who are you? You’re no A-List
I guess they must have been desperate
I couldn’t name a single person from the only way is Essex
Nothing special you’re so basic
Some people fancy Katie Price and I don’t get it
All she does is show fakeness
It’d be like dating a plastic table
You are so far below greatness
You’ll never reach it you’ll never be able
Get a bit of money and when it runs out
You’ll get your boobs and bum out
Say 2 I like it when he does this and that when he’s in bed with me”
This is just part of the reason why I hate celebrities
His mum was so worried she cried
It was the third day in a row that he lied
He told her that he was in school
But his mum, well she was no fool
I will speak to him if you insist
He had stayed off again, another day missed
As a parent I did my best
As my child he knew he could put me to the test
He just lay curled up on the bed
I wondered what went through his head
Was it a bully that harassed him so
Was I the bully, I just did not know
I said son, will you get out of bed
Please tell me what's wrong in your head
He said, dad, I told you before
Its nothing, I ain't going no more
I don't want to go back to school
Its heartless and pointless and cruel
Open your eyes and please see
I hate them and know they hate me
I said, son you will have to grow up
Your a dog now not just a young pup
You have to realise the truth
And bite on the bullet with your tooth
You have to go back to your school
You made a deal so follow that rule
What's more you are fifty three
And headmaster of the Academy
Kids are so like that you know
They will tease you until they too grow
So put on your cap and your gown
Get dressed and come on right down
Every stone that you throw at me
I shall pick and build a fortress tall and strong
and let my cat pee down on your head
as i watch you get drenched in the puddle.
Let's just start
with five words:
I hate February the fourteenth.
I hate it
With a passion
Just a couple
I have never gotten a valentine
I have never liked pink
But I don't care too much
because Valentine's day
is just superficial
A holiday that just makes people
feel bad about themselves
and buy lots of chocolates
it's just depressing
to see all of the people
who have flowers and love letters
I have nothing
But maybe this Valentine's day
will be different
not that I care
But maybe just this once
I could have somebody love me
even if Valentine's day
is better known as
Single Awareness Day
I hate being sick
Hate it a lot
I hate this cold
This cold I have caught.
When I cough
My lungs feel they'll burst
I hate being sick
This is the worst.
It's my day off
And I want to play
Not sit here coughing
And shivering all day
This cold is annoying
I wish it would go
I hate being sick
I thought you should know.
* I have bronchitus and am feeling sorry for myself
Can’t Stand It Anymore
Oh, it’s you…
I dislike your choices of what to wear today
I am put off by that complexion
I cannot stand that way you stand
With that superior air about you
I really can’t accept that way you giggle like it was a joke
I strongly dislike your straight A average
I really loathe your humor
I cannot stand your bubbly aura
I just can’t deal with your perfume
I absolutely abhor your choices
Of what you wish to pursue
I cannot stand your tediousness
I really hate your smile
I absolutely loathe your eyes
As equally as I hate your friendly persona
I just can’t look at that stupidly perfect little face
I can’t live with your little moans and groans
And especially not that annoying wailing you make called crying
I hate the fact that you’re constantly involved
I hate that little noise you make when bored
I hate your blatant honesty
I can’t stand the way you speak in riddles
I hate how you look at me most of all
Because of how you look at him
I do not know?
I hate Spring
I hate Summer
My noes runs
Like a marathon runner
My eyes water
And they're red
My head aches
I need Sudafed
I feel deprived
Of outdoor fun
For I get an attack
When I see the sun
I had a shot
I still have allergies
All I want
Is not to sneeze
All my outdoor
Days are gone
Sometimes I even wish
I could mow the lawn
The worst for me
Is unloading hay
For my allergies last
Throughout the day
I can't concentrate
My eyes hurt so bad
I can't see straight
So with this poem
I beg Mother Nature please
Can You control
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After all these years the hate he sees still burns.
And the ugliness he sees makes his stomach turn.
There’s the crack all on the sidewalk.
There’s the crack all in the bag.
And the women sell their self for crack,
Then turn all into hags.
He never has no money, it makes him want to steal
Then they wonder why it is, that he chose to deal.
The state sent him a letter
They said he owed some cash
He didn’t pay his taxes,
For that ounce of grass.
Over in the building, where they sing of promise land
Satan’s all up in there, taking what he can.
He aint looking for the answers
He found them on his own
But no matter where he goes
He’s out there all alone.
Don’t you come all up on him sideways, trying to be so quip
Don’t you waste your time with that, it’s best that you just quit.
He doesn’t need to do his mother.
His daddy was no punk.
Don’t you tell him He’s your brother;
There’s too much baggage in “your” trunk.
After all these years, the hate he see still burns
The ugliness he sees makes his stomach turn.
What is it that’s your problem people?
Does this not suit your game?
Well it really doesn’t matter none
He’s your ghost without a name.
You ever see him on the corner, or down there on the street?
Just hope you never have to see the ghost, when life has got you beat.
I was walking one day and tripped over a log
I guess my head was stuck in a fog
I felt an ouch and saw i skinned my knee
At that moment i really hated trees
Getting my balance i pulled myself up on that old branch
Than i noticed i ruined my good pants
Well now i was upset mad as can be
Yelling it now i hate stupid trees
Now that was a waste of breath i notice no ones around
Just me all messed up and a stupid old log on the ground
So i set out hobbling down the road
Just my luck it was a day that was cold
My butt hanging out blood on my knee
Yes i can say i hate stupid trees
Now i get home and to my surprise
When i was making a mess of myself my friends stopped by
Look what we brought you to sit on the corner of your lot
A piece of driftwood you say i think not
I hate my door,
I hate a knock...
All I get is shock
This time it was ten,
Eager vacuum salesmen,
With ready pen...
Painted on smile...
To go the extra mile...
Another sales commission,
Be at the next company
Before they caught on,
Where he'd gone...
Now I was in no mood
For vacs, or knocks,
Or heart felt sales remonstrations....
I opened it up,
Baseball bat in hand...
How many would one swing
Send into the stand?
Ten nervous giggles,
Ten vacs held up in defense...
"Over the fence!"