Jared Pickett Poet Free verse

Just a Random Thought

Whats up killer
JP

whats good my nig, 
how u been??
Bj

Aww man survivin'.!!
doing this writing thing...
JP

word, 
survivin' is hard nowadays.
Bj

I have no children of my own man, 
none!!
Thirty approaches...
JP

damn son, I got three. 8,5 & 4
my daughter, she is 8, and I have two boys.
They are my heart and soul, 
The three things I was ever any good at.
Bj

That's good my nig, strong just like their daddy
I imagine.. 
JP

You know it, gonna be street & book smart!! 
Just like their daddy...LOL
Bj

Word.... got to be that way nowadays...
JP

I have seen the problems that revolve around something so beautiful
as making a child, friends and family play victim. I've watched the heartache 
as it matured into meltdown... I know  she is around the corner bro... 
Plenty of appetizers never a main course
you feel me?
JP

I hear you!! 
going thru it now my nig, babymamma is retarded!!!
Bj

Now you know..... 
Yeah you know you'll take her back!!! 
because she is retarded... 
Deep down bro, 
you know that is what you love about her!!!
your creations are part her...
Like it or not bro....
JP
No response. . . . . . .

I think I pissed him off...
My bad bro     
                    
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Jared Pickett
3/08/2010
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Jimmy Anderson March 27, 2010 at 3:32 PM Hey Jared, Thnx for reading and leaving a comment on my piece. I'll try sending you SM... regarding "Random Thoughts" ! I'm asking Audrey to post this comment for me. ... Later....Jimmy

Doris Culverhouse March 12, 2010 at 1:05 PM funny!

Daver Austin March 8, 2010 at 2:43 PM Charles Bukowski would have loved this. He was a no B.S. kind of guy. BIG LOVE, daver

Jessica Arteaga March 8, 2010 at 12:35 PM street talker, street walker, with the random thought blocker. i enjoyed your poem very much. who knows how we all really talk compared to our writes...i definitely don't sound the way I write lol. and don't worry 30 is the new 20!

Richard Pickett March 8, 2010 at 9:12 AM Yes a possible piss off...Good write though...Liked it...Dad

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 8, 2010 at 8:26 AM If he's a true friend and u told the truth ..no problem.. don't get hung up on being almost 30 with no offspring or commitment as yet... u are young and when the right "chickie" comes along to be in your world forever... it will all click... one of my sons is going thru the same dilemma... I give him the same advice... hang in there and she will walk your way when the time is right.. like the style of this one Mr. J.... "Sweetheart" with luv.

Charmaine Chircop March 8, 2010 at 4:57 AM I love the way you make me laugh,through your poems, that pissed face you've created,lol and all those appetizers and no main meal,and that guy only good at makin kids.i had too much fun reading you,and regoing in thirties,i felt so bad when i reached that 30 number,but 2years on.im enjoying each bit of it.you re so talented:),Charma