Best Pist Poems

I tell u what shell b the first to tell you 
Tim is crazy he aint even jealous of the devil
he gots propellas on the metal
Rest aside those doubts about me
weapons of destruction I don;t even trust  in
Whitesqualls Rise up & swallow yall
Im taking...

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African rape of democracy 
She is citadel of beauty,
Crown in all nature bulden 
Nature made her, her blessing of 
duty
Atlantic, Equator, desert are beauty 
then


They came in Khaki and iron 
Rape her raining to harmattan 
season
Emptied, she is made in the sun
Her natural endowment with...

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Special Forces is where my loyalties lie
And Air Force well it runs in the family
Sitting around a campfire
Passing a bottle of Gentlemans jack around
talking about our grandpa and smiling big
but today i make a circle and stop by the grave yard
i've reached my limit Ive...

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Poor lil scammer...

Poor little scammer,
ironic the twist,
you trudge into heaven,
yer not on the list,
a con man is conned ,
at the end of the day,
ironic the twist,
and it wont go away,
un-blest little misfit,
not doing ok,
just pist...

Don...

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Since when did people not care anymore?
Sure, their were some
Unseen or barely there
But now people all over just don't care
How they dress,
How they talk,
What they do
To themselves or to you
Fashion has become a disaster
Modeled by unqualified idiots
Which I can't understand
Because it's not that hard to...

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Put a U in topia
Every house renter is to own, 
forget the rich, cos they will moan,
about this change of pitch,
self serving super twits,

Dollar greed is never fair,
 for when you're dead it isn't there,
you selfish son of a vich,
time to tear yer heir,
a dreadful...

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Hash do not cry,
matter of fact forget your crash.
rash once again try,
connect the peaces  and light your stash.
blush! oncemore be shy.

Rest your eyes,
whipe of your tears,
for whatever you weed for has come to pass, 
for the lies, let your eyes pay the price.
you where...

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A maddening re-tune this flip-optimist.
Placid savant of scowl repeated.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.

Identical figuring head of lists.
Circuit loops to retreat.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.

Brave speculating his death-mix.
Offspring"s statements over slipped.
Thickset, daunt in Idle, overly pist.

Color of choosier brown the analyst.
Saturates sometime smile.
A maddening re-tune,...

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First Adam
Two hundred thousand years before the time of this,
Surfing spirits crost the terrible, the great murky abyss,
One Amilius in command, 5 Adams he had planned,
5 colours he'd insist, before the dawn of hist,
5 hardy human bands! Where ice and snow exists,
within the swirling mists,...

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thats the stuff that makes me pist, speak with my fist, caught in a myst of blind fury,

always blury, cant see straight, call it fate or a date with the devil, you put me on another

level that noone can relate, gotta leave the state and...

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Got GAS--- Flatulence


Got me sum delicate tummy
Ate too MUCH late at night
After eight-thirty  for Pete’s sake----
Guess I should not have ate
That cabbage and raw egg cinnamon-shake
NOW MY STOMACH ACHCES
 Like the horn of auto blows
Like the waves of the sea shores
Like the rumbles and...

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WE MET AT THIS BALL.
LOOKING INTO YOUR EYE'S DEEPLY I FALL.
I'M FALLING IN LOVE?
FALLING HARD I SEE?
CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S YOU AND ME?
FALLING IN LOVE HARD.
YOU TOOK MY V CARD.
 
THE WRONG CALL.
WE MET AT THE BALL .
HE WAS A PLAYER AFTER ALL.

THE WRONG CALL WAS...

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When I heard your name on news,
I was lost looking for a clue,
Pain in my heart,
Never thought we'd be torn apart,
At least not so soon,
You was the moon in my night,
and in battles you was the fight
in me,
Tears filled my eyes
Anger tightened my fist,
The lingering...

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i am trying to understand your reasons im trying to figure out why
i keep telling myself i need to move on and get over you somehow
but thats impossible to do when you have something that is mine
i need it back so i can peice my...

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hot air is what i mist, 
syllables don't get as crisp, 
less yer hanging by hand of wrist, 
but the great fall from cliff is inviting:)

betwining betwixt,
nah i don't lisp,
just roof of me mouth bloody lining,
no rum i aint pist,
just some syllables missed,
 2 short...

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