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-------------------------------------- ~*note: done in fun and aimed at no one~
try and seed my name you'll concede to shame
no use in calling names to lose the game
yir' ill will is just plain disastrous
asinine avatars deserve an asterisk
as for being fact-less, your slaps don't diss
every lick you spit simply tends to miss
harmless words that curse, rehearsed childishness
gets your face erased and they'll say who's next
as defilement arrives inside your text
that's when shame wheels you back, right to the nest.
~10 syllables in each of 10 rhyming lines~
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I was at my favourite restaurant and had a lovely meal
If I finished all my food then a pudding was the deal
I’d relished every morsel and was pleased as a Cheshire cat
The dessert menu was on its way, Oh I couldn’t wait for that
The waitress bought the menus and I rubbed my hands with glee
Oh sticky toffee pudding, now that’s the one for me
She came to take the order – we had waited as you do
She finally turned to me and said ‘oh Madam what can I get you’
Oh stiffy cockie pudding please was my swift reply
I didn’t realise what I’d said till I saw the tears form in her eye
I went as red as a beetroot and the others began to laugh
At my spoonerism which turned into a complete gaffe
The pudding it came quickly but I couldn’t wait to leave
I choked on every mouthful and my stomach it did heave
So please take notice of my error on this horrendous day
If you order sticky toffee pudding be careful what you say!
N/A in 'random mix' contest
- now submitted to N/A contest by Jerry T Curtis -
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Girls, if you ever find a man of great persistence
Listen to your ******, and say NO! with adequate resistance
You see chicks, when a dude gets a hard dick
If it's dirty, it can make you super sick
Painful pisses and cloudy urine will follow suit
All because Dirty Dick Man wanted to discharge his root
So, ladies, beware...there are diseases out there
No Dick gets serviced until it's clean and faire
Run, scream, shout, "Spank your ****ing monkey!"
Please, I beg of you, do as I now propose
Keep your ****** sparkling clean-never let it decompose.
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Send Me No Insults When I Die
Send me no insults when I die
couldn't hurt me if you try
Send those insults while I live
so returning fire I can give
Never try to stab me in the back
my third eye is always on track
I once dearly loved a damn good fight
now I rather prefer to just be right
Send not fools to do your dirty work
I despise fools and simply hate jerks
Take your measures like a real man
with blows delivered in upfront stand
Send me no insults when I am dead
cry your woes, kiss my arse instead
My soul at rest , my spirit in the sky
I say piss on you and don't ask why!
Robert L. 05-27 2014
A lucky inspiration.
I just read an email from a bitter enemy.
He declared he would piss on my grave soon enough! A veiled threat
(possibly) .. I laugh at and now write this little tribute to
the guy's stupidity.
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Save Your Lousy Self
Save your pity for a fool that is not witty
save your sorrow for a jerk with no tomorrow
Save your scorn for your future unborn
save your smartass for another dumbass
Save your lies for your coming black eyes
save your taste for your own stupid waste
Save your frown for another silly clown
save your next scam for your next big ham
Save your mistakes for your jump in the lake
save your life for terrible and massive strife!
Save your love for next disease you can't get rid of
save your mess for your next boatload of stress
Save your speech for your next loud screech
save your help for your next born welp
Save your cries for your next false guise
save your stand for your next super lousy band
Save your gasps for your next futile grasps
save your retreat for your next huge defeat
Save your fall for your next crash into the wall
save your pain for your next car wreck in the rain!
An exercise in "saving" for frugal people that are lousy scoundrels!!
I wrote this with a fool I know from my wild young days in mind...
A little slam for fun.....
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got a rhythm
A nervous beat
Oh the meet
Should I eat more meat?
Nah focus more on wheat
Better calm down and take a seat.
World coming at you like a big huge fleet
They try and feed you but you don't wanna eat
I don't like the taste of there beets
I'd rather give myself some tasty treats
Oh wall street
I ain't gonna eat
Get off my bicycle seat
Filthy ol' wall street smelling like your grandma's toilet seat
gonna throw you in some disgusting embassy suite
I used to have a fear of hurdles, but I got over it.
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IMMEDIATELY PLEASE REMOVE ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM YOUR DATA
ALSO, ADVISE ANY AND ALL CONTRACTORS, SUB-CONTRACTORS, AGENTS,
SUB-AGENTS, AFFILIATES, PARTNERS, COLLEAGUES, ASSOCIATES, CLIENTS,
WEBMASTERS, WEB BASED LINKS, WINKS, TWINKS, SHRINKS, COLONEL
CLINKS, BOSSES, CO-WORKERS, EMPLOYEES,VENDORS, SUPPLIERS,
SALESMEN, ACCOUNT REPS/EXCS, ACCOUNTANTS, BROKERS, CO-BROKERS,
HACKERS, SLACKERS, WHACKERS, JERKS, SOLICITORS, SIDEKICKS,
COHORTS, WINGMEN, WHEELMEN, LOOKOUTS, OUTLAWS, IN-LAWS,
RELATIVES, FIANCES, BOYFRIENDS, GIRLFRIENDS, FRIENDS, FOES,
ENEMIES, EVIL NEMESIS’, DERELICTS, DEGENERATES, DOPERS, DEALERS,
TWEEKERS, GAMBLERS, RAMBLERS, CANVASSERS, INQUIRERS, QUEERS,
QUEENS, COWBOYS, KINGS, FAGS, DRAGS, HAGS, HETEROS, HOMOS, TONY
ROMOS, FEMALE IMPERSONATORS, [PRE OR POST] MALE IMPERSONATORS,
DICKS, DYKES, VAN DYKES, DICK VAN DYKE, LESBIANS, LONGSHOREMEN,
SHORTSHOREMEN, LIARS, BUYERS, CRYERS, CIGAR SMOKERS, CARPET
MUNCHERS, RUG RATS, TODDLERS, TEENAGERS, JUVENILE DILINQUENTS,
SENIORS, SUCKERS, TRUCKERS, MOTHER shut yer mouth, LAW MAKERS,
LAWYERS, ATTORNEYS, JUDGES, POLITICIANS, LEADERS, FOLLOWERS,
DISCIPLES, PROPHETS, EVANGELISTS, SAVIORS, SINNERS, SAINTS,
SOOTHSAYERS, MEDICENE MEN, GYPSYS, TRAMPS, AND THIEVES, WITCHES,
WARLOCKS, VAMPIRES, LYCANS, ZOMBIES, WAR MONGERS, PROTESTERS,
VIGILANTES, VICTIMS, SOLIDERS, GENERALS, GOVERNORS, PRESIDENTS,
PATRIOTS, PACKERS, LIONS, BEARS, BROWNS, BLACKHAWKS, REDWINGS,
RIGHT WING, LIBERALS OR LAW BIDING CITIZENS. THEY ARE NOT TO
CONTACT ME AND LOOSE MY NUMBERS.
BUT, IF YOU SEE MY MOM, TELL HER TO CALL ME.
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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.
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Will those who want rapture connect
To the one who could resurrect?
Be blessed with vision
Take in what's arisen
A member that’s hard and erect
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Not long ago in a faraway place,
Big Jack McCluskey dug up some gold.
Now that he had mucho moolah Jack decided to move
and leave the bleak environs of the harsh Alaskan cold.
Off he happily went to the pleasant warm Hawaiian isles
to spend the remainder of his days where the weather is mild.
Unfortunately, once there, Big Jack McCluskey didn’t fit in
with the laid-back native islanders because Jack is naturally wild.
Being a very accommodating group of people they put up with Jack
despite of his menacing demeanor and his wild changes in mood.
McCluskey has a tendency to be arrogant; he thinks his feces have no stink.
He has a very short temper and even on his best days he is nasty rude.
Unfortunately, money walks very tall and it talks really loud,
so the Hawaiians tolerated Jack’s outrageous boorish ways.
Big Jack is uglier than the devil and smells like raw sewage,
he loves to sing bawdy songs out loud and he cuts wind night and day.
Even the most mild mannered of people have their breaking point,
so when Jack decided to get naked and walk about and around,
thereby scaring all the children and causing sober preachers to take a drink,
the men gathered together, bum rushed him and got him tightly bound.
They threw Jack in a big wooden crate, loaded it in the hold of a cargo plane,
labeled it Cash on Delivery, care of the U. S. Senate Building, Washington, D.C.
The ever caring islanders discussed the entire situation and came to the conclusion
that as utterly disgusting as Big Jack McCluskey is, he had to have family in
old D. C.
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou can buy drinks at McD’s for a buck,
Wait, that means thou never want to pay,
Thou went to see a psychic for good luck.
Sometime too hot thou think thou are at clubs,
The ways you act embarrass all thy friends ;
And when we need to drag thou out of pubs,
We hope thy hot behaviour will soon end.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Especially in winter when thou wear;
Shorts too short with legs far too displayed,
“Oh my god, I can see her underwear,”
Thy “summer’s” kind of ratchet after all
Thy friends will wait until you turn to fall.
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Lonnie is a real creep.
He drives a beat up jeep.
He robbed a preacher’s son.
Now he is on the run.
He is in doo-doo real deep.
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DON'T STARE AT ME BECAUSE OF MY SKIN
THAT'S RUDE OF YOU TO DO
DON'T JUDGE ME BECAUSE OF MY SPEECH
THAT'S RUDE OF YOU
YOU HEAR THE WAY I TALK
I KNOW I USE SLANG
BUT EVERY WORD YOU SAY
I CAN SHORTEN IT UP AND IT MEANS THE SAME
LITTLE BOY FROM THE PROJECTS
THOSE PROJECTS I DON'T REGRET
THEY TAUGHT ME COMMON SENSE
WHEN MOM COULDN'T WATCH MY BACK
BUT MOM DID WATCH MY BACK
EVERY TIME I WAS UNDER ATTACK
BY THE NEIGHBORS THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS
SHE TOLD ME TO FIGHT BACK
SO I DID
I CAUGHT THEM ONE BY ONE
AND STARTED DECREASING THEIR ARMY
BEAT THEM UP SO BAD THAT THEY HAD TO SAY SORRY
BUT NO JOY CAME FROM THIS
JUST A DISCUSSED THOUGHT
EVEN THEIR MOM TOLD US
"YOU'RE BASICALLY FAMILY"
YA'LL SHOULDN'T HAVE FOUGHT
TO ME THAT WAS A LESSON TAUGHT
WITH THE EDUCATION I'VE ACQUIRED
DOES THIS WORLD STILL SEE ME AS A HOOD BOY
OR A YOUNG GENTLEMAN?
THEY SEE ME AS NETHER
EVEN THOUGH I COULD BECOME A GREAT PHILOSOPHER OR PREACHER
I'M STILL GETTING TOLD THAT BLACK PEOPLE CAN'T BE TEACHERS
WORDS LIKE THAT ARE POISON
I CALL IT SPITTING ETHER
CHEMICALLY DESTROYING THE MIND OF A STRONG BLACK MAN
AND YOUR EYES WIDE OPEN
BECAUSE I'M NOT BREAKING DOWN EITHER
I AM MY OWN EMPIRE
BREAKING YOU PEOPLE DOWN UNTIL YOU GET TIRED
EXHAUSTION IS NOT A FEELING
IT PLAYS WITH YOUR MIND
BECAUSE I KNOW I WONT SLEEP
UNTIL THIS WORLD IS MINE
SO WHAT CAN YOU SAY ABOUT THE PROJECT BOY
THAT YOU STARE AT AND TALK ABOUT?
OH WAIT. AM I STILL CONSIDERED A PROJECT BOY EVEN THOUGH I MOVED OUT?
MOTHER GOT A GREAT JOB AN WE MOVED INTO A NEW HOUSE
DOES THAT MARK THE PROJECT BOY OUT?
I DOUBT IT BECAUSE YOU STILL RUN YOUR MOUTH
BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER
BECAUSE I DON'T HEAR ANYMORE WORDS COMING OUT YOUR MOUTH
SO TREAT YOUR WORD LIKE BIRDS AND LET THEM FLY SOUTH
TO ME I'M WAY BETTER THAN THE NEXT MAN
BECAUSE I'M THE BEST MAN
LIKE A WEDDING FOR MY BROTHER
AND HIM ASKING ME TO BE THE BEST MAN
BECAUSE I'M A RISING STAR
AND FOR MY FUTURE WIFE
I'M BUILDING ME TO BE THE BEST MAN
AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES ME THE BEST MAN
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Every single, blessed morning
My dog barks at our back door
She has to go out and relieve herself
At exactly half past four
It doesn't matter when we went to bed
Or how late that we stayed up
I am greeted each morning with a rude awakening
In the form of loud barking from our pup
I don't know how she can exactly be
At the same time every morn
Even adjusting when we change the clocks
Twice a year I would have sworn
This morning there was no barking alarm
For the first time in fifteen years
I did not sleep in - I was awake all night
Covering my pillow with a stream of tears
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In a Texas commercial circus
the journey is set
vehicled by hormonal energy
beginning from the cashier's tag
well placed on her blue shirt
exactly on her very firm left Breast
with the name "Carmen"
The route of desires
his wants drive through
having a static attention
on her mammary glands
but the Life in him, already as far as Bremen.
Engineered by libido so troublesome
which takes it guns, even in no provocation.
Just usual bare skin
stimulates the production of his semen
and simple feminine curves
blacken his mind with bitumen
as part of him
slides down the huge lumen
of intense sexual intentions.
He places the General's rank
on his 'small head'
then the big one becomes void of all acumen.
Eyes fixed, body static, lips separated
all these, irritating the nearby women
as this middle-aged being
drops to the lowest point of all men.
Planning on a tour below her abdomen
his road trip revolve round her hymen
a well covered pretty damsel
yet he sees as flesh full of foramens
in a place far from a serenity of physical intimacy
yet somehow he falls for an unforeseen trap
of infernos desires.
His heart, the only villain
as it rejects any deal with this sudden natural cause.
A flood of laughter and jeers
welcome his total presence once again,
he tries to wave off the premonition of a bad omen
not knowing, to the corruption of his thoughts
his 'third leg' all along has been saying AMEN!
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And then I think “Why is it that the good ones are hard to find?”
Shouldn’t be just the opposite?
That generosity and loyalty is the norm?
Someone who is serious and is dedicated to more the just sports and getting layed?
Why are my only two options to settle for less or to keep on waiting until I have no faith left;
Believing that they are all the same
And then these expectations turn into self-evaluations
Thinking and feeling things I shouldn’t have to be
And so here I am on a Tuesday night
Sitting, waiting, wishing.
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WORDS - ALOUETTE
Nightmares in my skin;
Scourging deep within.
Blood and bones sizzling abreast...
Aged tired nerves plead
from words carving bleed
to screams of cruel arrest.
Head like tomb stillness
chaining rock stiffness.
Iron hurt span rumbling din.
To endure, my gong,
stopping a torch song.
Hence, be far in any sin.
September 05, 2014
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Very Rude Haiku
Winter? 3 lines?....Right! ....
5-7-5 cadence, meter
I don't think so!...Blah!
Table by brook swamped
Consume fish, tail, heads, water
No soup for you!...Tip!
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I don't want a rude boy:
I want a boy who makes me feel like im the only girl in the world.
I want a boy to woo me so much that i forget my own name.
I want a boy who would risk his life to save me from the fire, not just stand there like a coward and watch me burn.
I want a boy who will be there waiting with an umbrella, when the rain starts pouring down the hardest.
I want a boy who takes a bow because he follows my script, not his own.
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Thank God you have the looks
Must this be you use to hook
Your tongue utters the sweetest
Yet lies the unhidden, I detests
You talked of fidelity and loyalty
Yet, recently tell me what you display
True if you tell me, I have not a right
Yet, allow me to speak in behalf of women
Man not because you are unseen
Don't be weak to commit a sin
It is just one dear picture
Yet, my eyes hold in capture
I laugh at your guiltiness
Yet, I'll condemn you for cruelness
Player of love and of heart
Soon to punishment you don't depart
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All the years on earth had fed
A life that shed so several death
Hence put my deep sorrow a doubt, with fear,
Would some life the death bear?
Or that eternity imply an immortal end?
Then the laugh so loud fill my ear
'You immature mind can raise a large fear!'
'So provide my thirst some milk,' I say,
'Answer me, even if in a childish way'
'Discover by self!' is all I hear !!
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Where was I,
In thoughts of abstinence
You crawl, like the leach
and I am your wall
Against a stream
Of a shadow-less room
I know, what you want
Your fingers slip through
-- the air.
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One fine morning, in early July,
A key opened a door that was locked-bye and bye
No notice, no call, no fateful warning
Uncle Frank walked in, unannounced, at eight in the morning
Lo and behold, the occupant was awoken
Some deep and recognized voice had spoken
Heading toward the voice, with sleep in his eyes
Robby said, "Uncle Frank! What a surprise!"
"Well, I'm feeling fat and a little shaken.
I'm afraid that yesterday I ate too much bacon.
May I please use Grandma's old bathroom scale?
Ever since her funeral, I feel like a whale.
With a shake of his head and a polite, "No."
Robby said, "You gonna wake up my ho.
A princess of mine is sleeping fair
So go ****ing weigh yourself in your own god damn lair."
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Enjoying a placid lake, so quiet
Fox trotting, sniffing the ground-
Then a loud, shrill scream of a
Serene path, I walk as the guest of light breeze,
hand in hand strolling with my love
Then clouds burst into a sprawling
Dirty snow, a rude employee, greedy people taking
what they please.
Liars, tall talers, lying for no need
Satisfied grunt of one who pays
no others heed.
A cruel hand bashing the weak
Evil words one so disregardingly speaks.
As with the offender, it is trouble
he always seeks
Leaving work from such a long day
pleased to relax my way
A homeless, skeletal man asking
for some change- the pity
Turned my thoughts gray
Snap your fingers, get it done quick!
Threats of any kind make me sick
A long drive just to get away Pitch and tent
and the ants come to play!
Racism, sexism, and ignorance
for no reason
This is not just annoying
And never changes with the season.
Those who take for granted
the love of family so readily given
Treating therm so terrible
Spoiled, rotten smart- mouthed
so selfishly driven
Sentient redwoods slain
Numerous bretheren of the
endangered nature die in vain.
These are a few things that annoy me-
Self important people smiling in that
bleach white grin-
For ever sneaking and canniving
under that sh++ eating grin.
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DO NOT FEUD WITH THIS RUDE AND CRUDE DUDE, DUDE
Damn dude, there ain’t even a remote possibility
Because anyone who knows me understands I don’t possess that particular ability
Until you’ve gotten to know me you cannot comprehend nor fathom my reality
Because one must really know me to understand that I am but a triviality
Get to know me and you will see that I am incredibly and incredulously inconsequential
With not even a paltry part of pertinent potential
I am likened to an insipidly insignificant infant
Born to betray the confidence of every imprisoning instant
I am frivolity with no joviality
Unafraid and unconcerned with my mortality
I am a trifling trilogy of terror, temptation and trouble who is never triumphant
And by that triumvirate trained of tribulation well
One who defines the insinuation of Hell
Hell, I smoke four packs of cigarettes a day
And each night I’ve 2 pints of vodka to swig away
With a woman to stand by and ask herself and I why
Yet I remain silent and stifle the answer that I simply don’t fear to die
But the hardest thing to do for a man like me is continue on against my will
With nothing but time and torment to kill
I am akin to a virus vying with virility and a being to revile
And unfortunately I have nothing to make me smile
For I know precisely how speedily a smile succumbs to a frown
Because when used to describe me the word “irrelevant” becomes a noun
Since I am a man turned inside out and upside down
So no dude, I don’t possess the ability to make happiness a possibility revealed
For I know exactly what torment, temptation and tomorrow will yield
When once again cruelty is coerced by captivity and my smile is yet again concealed
For I am relatively rude
Quietly but quite crude
And becoming unilaterally unglued
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