“such much about nothing”
feck and friggin to my chagrin
while trying to monorhyme like Lin
i find i’m back at square one once again
in a square root of one imaginary unit tailspin
hokey...ker-shmokey
friggin...fraqa-moneous
buzz-allacka...equazippodcom
colare-buzzeeferem...hoxenton
grafelmonious, tiffrundle raditseptagafunkle.....nostaflowan aquapono....
chatious sorentium....wedallumphry....hahaha....perafro-maquilitizzity....
stan
: )
What The Friggin
Happened here mate.
I thought we had a date
Now you're late
Where's the bait?
I've burnt the steak.
You're a flippin'
flagellate.
Get off your tailgate
and get over here
and gestate.
You friggin'
degenerate
cheapskate.
frigga ma toiky
andt
sheesh um atoi-zee
that
wybee friggin schmoizoilah
up
mostenchah twosew
a
zuhmolly achuu megamoikah
so
befrackin hoiken schmoizum
they
fruperolla mozzumpteez nizzen
all
narzin protecafreekin qwahz'shumptino
be
enchenema ackonymus teema quarootez
just
............................................................
stan
This year my wife bought us personalised gifts
In order to heal little family rifts
Her sister was flattered and gave her a hug
When she found her face on a bone china mug
Her Dad kissed her cheek, wrapped his arm round her waist
In thanks for the monogrammed cigarette case
Tempers, once frayed, we’re now far less fiery
When her brother opened his new photo diary
And now everybody was getting on fine
And so it was time that I opened mine
Mine was quite large and so peace was assured
’til I found my face on a friggin dartboard
i.....
don't know.....
man oh man.....
why does it ake.....
friggin crappolla now a mistake.....
nuthin aches it all just takes.....
nuthin so that means talk about whatever!?.....
anything from something to nothing and that is.....
all that's left on the how to do page.....
so now it's time to creatively shut down the memory.....
andt....
fly by.....
instinct of words.....
sounds and spellings played.....
to think and feel a.....
music called poetry of times being.....
something that is legibly of conscious perceptions....
that is not solipsism but a deeper view.....
in which a being of self constants means relativity.....
shapes the world not solipsistic composers not learning by ear......
stan sand (piled : )
Dad was forever in a hurry
His life filled with tension and worry
He always had to be right on time
If not, he preferred ten minutes early
A terror behind the wheel of his car
He cursed at Heaven and the stars
He'd ride the tail of a slowpoke
Here are names that he'd invoke
You moron, you idiot, you jerk!
You're making me late for work
Nincompoop, numbskull, and pea-brain
You're slower than a worn-out freight train
Dad, of course, was 100% right
And always ready for a fight
'Til the day this came out from my little brother
~ 'That moron drives like my friggin grandmother!'
Hello
My name is Bill
I am a Snowflake
I speak against racism
I am a Snowflake
I care about injustice
I am a Snowflake
I KNOW guns don't kill people
People kill people
I also KNOW if someone has an assault rifle with HIGH CAPACITY CLIPS, they can kill a lot more people in very little time
Damn right, I'm a Snowflake
I know donald trump is a travesty
That's right...
I am a Snowflake
I fear Lady Liberty has fallen down
A Snowflake I am
I believe in equal rights for ALL
Snowflake
I care for the child who arrived here with his parents at a young age, went to school here, only speaks English, only knows the United States as home
Call me Snowflake
It tears at my heart to know that a family can travel 100's of miles for a better life, only to have the children taken away from the parents, TAKEN AWAY AND PLACED IN CAMPS
YA, I'm a friggin Snowflake
I use to be a Hippie
Now I'm a Snowflake
Hoping for a BLIZZARD
d-rump just delivered a punish'em speech
how 'brilliantly' stupid can a person be
avoiding gun control
but equating hate crime with mental illness
so more police and executions are needed
is this guy for real
he's a friggin con man
there to put money in certain pockets
stan sand
when you need to talk to me and I don't pick up. when you wonder if I will and know I did not contact you over the holidays..when you wonder when 3 days
become not 30 but 3 friggin years has our friendship demised n' why did I tell so many lies I know it's myself to blame whut a shame I just wanna love and be
loved, please take my visa card and charge it for my head..not my heart
time was 5am...
called taxi...got packed and fed...
and then news...road block...
snow and accidents...
traffic backed up...bus detours...
off the main highway...
an eight hour ride...
mp3 played smooth music...
all the friggin way...
music and coffee...
a price...no way...not on that...
too tired to sleep...
mind was in a hush...
dazzled by the scenery...
wrote poetry notes...
passed many tow trucks...
and one sign said...'graves towing'...
...real business humor...
stan sand
It's been a long year since you've been gone
It's been a long year,
And I'm still here upon my own
The puzzled emotions, life has shown
Fragmented pieces, myself, and alone
Maybe I was just too crazy
Maybe I was all too friggin weak
Maybe I was blinded, by you and me
Because I could never, set you free
As of now, I can finally see
It was never us, or, even me
You wanted a soldier, and I couldn't see
But now, as for the year, I let you be,
Now, I've set you free
So you can fly
Fly on your own
It's time, I've left you alone
Its time I've let you go
So Just,
go...
And hurt me no more
It's one year today, as you know
One year, so long ago
It's been a long year of pain
And all inside, it still remains
I've tried so many times here on my own
I've reached out, as for your thoughts, to atone
But my words left in silence and left alone
In The past memory
In all, that was of me
As in my isolation, it has grown
No reciprocity, nothing was shown
As for The ending, it's always been known
So just...
Go...
'Fox Flick' from the 1960 Slang Words
Here she goes gimme some skin
with friends in the Friggin ,
She is the flower child
who is always Gassed.
She loves the Hair -Musical
later becomes the radical,
She was the crazy Raddie
who was the sick Puppy.
She loves her real soul
which is the her only rule,
she never goes as the Rattled
because she doesn't want that load.
by Esther J -(Rhyming words taken from the 1960 pop history slang words )
So by chance we one day met
A super date
With no real sweat
Never fell in love so fast
A passion that was sure to last
And everything went very well
Just before things turned to hell
How life went down
I'll never know
Guess that's the way
Things often go
Could not believe
Twas just my cash
That every day she checked my stash
So when I lost my friggin job
To her I was but one more slob
Then she cursed me day and night
No longer wanted me in sight
Can't believe it went so fast
Can't believe it didn't last
So now I'm back again alone
Don't even bother with my phone
Let's tie this tale up with a knot
Because right now
That's all I got
Wur in RE an the nuns are gien
oot sweeties, fur getting the kweschins right.
Three oota three, then she’s askin mae who Jesus’ mither is.
‘Ah doan’t know sista,’ ah tell hur.
She isnae happy an tells mae tae hink aboot it. So ah dae
an ah wurk oot Jesus wis god. It wis a trick kweschin,
‘he didnae hiv ah mither.’ Ma
sweet stoats aff the side ae ma heid.
She’s spittin in ma coupon fur a name, an
diggin hur digits in ma neck.
‘Ah doan’t know who Jesus’ friggin mither wis!’
Miraculously ah float tae the front ae the cless. Ma haun’s oot,
bit ah doan’t hink shill hit mae wae that big stick. Thwack!
Ah look doon it the bloody gash through ma puddlin
eyes, ‘yoo’ve broke ma haun’ ah croak,
then turn roon an boak.
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