My name is Nate
I'm looking for a mate who can carry this crate and can't wait to follow our fate and is old enough to not be jailbait. We will have one date by his mother's garden gate I will most likely be late and the mother will hate at this rate but this need I have to satiate.
I see Stan! He says "Hi I'm Stan. I have a plan to drive a van to Japan to buy a tan fan from my Nan who's name is Fran and she bakes flan with the clan in Taipan.
There's a ban brought on by Princess Anne and her dog Han for my brother Dan who's dating Jan. She used to be a man. We will put in your crate my pan that I purchased in Iran from an Arabian lesbian that chews bran and reads from the quoran in the back of a pink sedan.
I'm Stan"
I said "I'm Nate. That's great. But you're ugly."
Categories:
jailbait, funny,
Form: I do not know?
Adolescent apparitions aquiring apathy.
Beaten bloody, broken, battered belligerently.
Crystal clear causes craving compassion consistantly.
Domimating demons drive desire diligently.
Even emitting echos escape everyones empathy.
Forgeting fatalities frantically follow fiends.
Generally generating graditude gracegully.
Halos hover hypcritical heads hypothetically.
Insolence, ignorance, imbecilic inconsistanties.
Judging juvenal jailbait joyusly, jokingly.
Killing kidness, kidnapping kidlike kings.
Losing leverage, life losing legability.
Man made mongrels, making me more menacingly.
Neurologic nights not needed normally.
Opposing open optimistic opportunities.
Picture perfect prizes, patronized pathetically
Queens quit quickly, quiting quite quietly.
Raging riots, rights read repeatedly
Strategically striking systematic serenity.
Tactical tarrifs terminated typically, thoroughly
Unread universes underestimated universally
Versatile villgers vacated vicously
World wide warfare, wrathful, who's winning?
X-negotiating
Zapping zillions zelously.
Categories:
jailbait, life
Form: Acrostic
You are a young girl with a woman’s charms.
Most men would love to hold you in their arms.
You wear perfume that emits a sweet scent.
However, you are under the age to give consent.
A man seen with you would make an embarrassing scene.
It will be a long time before reaching eighteen.
Older men in your company would look like a fool.
You are not even old enough to drop out of school.
Your actions are something I cannot condone.
Will you go away and leave me alone.
Anyone can label you as “jailbait”.
Please leave me now before it is too late.
Categories:
jailbait, lifeme, men,
Form: Rhyme
psychological terrorism in the media
tears me down
13 years of tears
finaly found a friend
one of them
chemical warfare
crystal meth, cocaine, heroin
whats the difference I cry every day
build you up their way
find yourself where I am
built up by them
whoever they are to be the victom again
doesn't matter what mask you wear
that was making love upstairs
what a headache
suicidal friends
housing i cant afford
financial crutch wearing thin
either your rich and you have credit
or wait for the poverty line to thicken
for the revolution to begin
stalemate jailbait
wouldn't call the cops
they just barge in
or randomly show up
wouldnt open my door to the neighbors
cause then i get a beating after the cops beat them up
Ostrocising the peace officers
taking down your utopia brick by brick
mentally ill scrambling away
with no refuge
just age old cliches
and the different theories of how to survive
the different days
It's all the same to me
I can't wait to die
if ignorance is bliss
I'm never gonna smile
Categories:
jailbait, visionary, war
Form: Free verse