Single cell, single cell, single cell lock
Single cells king and single cells bring
Throwin' and blowin' few pushers of some
Now the single chop has begun
Single cell, single cell, single cell lock
Single cells mime is a single cells crime
Family Charles Manson Electrical Chair
With the Folgers there
What a bright time, gettin' brighter time
To light them right away
Single cell time is a swell time
To go die-in' in a gun force play
Pretty-up Twinkie source, beefed up you cheat
Tinkle on all the locks
Fixed and single and sweet in defeat
That's the single cell mock
[Repeats]
Categories:
beefed up, allusion, america, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Lyric
I’ve great advice for all of you
who’d love to have your huge bovine
ride shotgun with you through the town
so wild and free and feelin’ fine.
Those old Crown Vics have lots of room.
Go get you one! Remove the roof,
just half, to suit your passenger.
The online photos give you proof
that Howdy Doody had great fun,
this bull that weighs beyond a ton.
August 31, 2023, NBC News
A "beefed up" car with a giant bull named Howdy Doody crammed into passenger seat was pulled over by Nebraska police (Driver was asked to be
careful and keep moving!).
Categories:
beefed up, animal, car, fun,
Form: Rhyme
In a full glare of mishaps,
Weariness that has engulfed in a close weight,
Worries which have encompassed in a high gear,
Hitches with fears in tolls,
Pressures mounted in a great capacity,
Troubles beefed up at a high esteem,
Hardwork and integrity without a fair share,
Suicide which is now a close ally,
Temptations with thoughts of giving up,
Rejection covers the face as a veil,
Shame creeps in like a scorpion in the dark,
Alas! This young man says to himself,
"Indeed,I failed but up,I'll rise again"
"In my veins the golden fluid flows"
"The flow of success and glory"
"Crowns laid down to be bejewelled with"
"And esteemed honour,totally unwrapped".
Categories:
beefed up, depression, emotions, encouraging, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
I know you hate a slaughterhouse
I know what you eat with slit tongues
I know what lures your sly saliva
I know what bites your bile and bovine
I know what irks your intimate ingest
I know you love beefed up truth
I know you like cooked up lies
I know you pore hot porridge
I know you have chimes, crabs and nebula
I know you meet your muscles and minion ego
Unlike me, you cherish your bovine spirits and bile vines
Thinking about a savage kitchen, you perish in my baked lands
And I shall have you in my last supper in the retreat to unfreedom
Categories:
beefed up, allegory, city, conflict, corruption,
Form: Free verse