Long Blow your brains out Poems

FIRE! UPDATED 1998 IN 2021 BY COVERUPS PAYOFFS
GARGANO FAKED HIS OWN DEATH MEMORIAL DAY 1999
THE CAR BOMB THAT ENDED MY LIFE AT LEAST AS I'VE KNOWN IT ON THIS DAY THE SKY WAS SO BLUE...

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guilty war pigs with nowhere to hide
the shame of a nation that doesn't try
the obsession of bad to the bone
does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal

no
not at all

die for the cause of...

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OK another adventure in the mad poet’s life,
This occurred just before I met Jane, my imaginary wife.
Jane’s brother, Glen had set me up with a blind date
He said the girl was a stunner, I could...

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Yes, it’s you God's favorite daughter
Just my luck, you're out of luck, I see 
Prowling the human backwater
You sure don’t need no luck with me
Luck with me
Luck with me

Love’s fertile water purifies
Your paper thin charade,...

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Let’s hear three cheers for the decade of disinfectant!
Clean out your insides with cheap vodka!
Blow your brains out with Nirvana!
Your breath reeking of teen spirits,

Does weed count as a vegetable?

You’re getting your five a day,
Candyman...

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"You have to be taught to learn how to hate before you are five, six, seven or 
Eight.  To hate all the people your relatives hate, you have to be carefully taught in your...

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6/1/21


Life has been like an elevator

Going up sometimes, often down to the bottom layer

The outcome was minor or major

Paid it no mind, or it started to hanker

Feeling calm or full of anger

Done in good will...

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Lyrics Contest
Sponsor: Rob Carmack

Lyrics to "God Hates A Coward"

I sow my seed where the mandrake grows
No footsteps go beyond it
I eat the dirt
Where the rooster crows
Fresh rodeos, behold it

Check your pulse in your teardrops
Make you...

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Surrounded by madness, engulfed in it's grip;
Through the door of insanity, sometimes we all slip.

A world filled with darkness, a bottomless pit.
Chaos and destruction, no one gives a spit.

Hatred and anger, well up deep within;
And...

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It’s impossible to stay
any length of time in the garage
without feeling lonely – which I am not,
only crowds bring me loneliness.

At one time, I had planned to drink a bottle of bourbon,
and smoke an expensive...

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Im under again, It got me once more,
Im to far down this time, 
The thoughts in my head, The gun on my bed,
calling me to come closer.

How do I resist it?
Where are my restraints?
ive dealt...

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heed my warning
the angel of life has been tortured
by a doublestandard of truths
this has been subconciously realised by many
and the other side of the coin of worship misunderstood
as an act against god
where it remains an...

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Many suns have risen and many moons have gone,
since i last spoke about the G code dawg,
ashes to ashes dust to dust,
should i blow his brains out or disperse his guts,
I hoped that this rage...

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my pastor bought a plane with the church money
michelle flyin' first class to china like it’s her money
don't even go to church anymore, y’all are wastin’ my money, 
makin’ me live poor so you can...

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Like a flash of light
85 years ran by
Gone with the wind they say
Gone with the wind they think
But it’s really like
Years gone by with turmoil and death

For  the lord of gangsters
Lying face up
Waiting rather...

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Can you imagine a streak of good luck,
When you're lucky even for no reason,
When you buy without asking for change,
When you don't ride like a horse?

Money likes to be counted,
And besides they are in the...

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contemplation,
do i blow my brains out now?
or do i sit here and count all of my blessings?
i want to scream.
let me just cut my skin off.
pealing it away layer by layer
let me count all of...

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It ca have been in Costa Rica
Or much likelier God’s America…

Perhaps in Europe’s calmer Britain
But we know he fires shots: Briton…

A female Nigerian car owner
Had negotiated a road’s corner
And run into some immobile car
While she...

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I try to write right,
But often write wrong
Do you think this might
Be my poetic swan song?

I hope it is not
I'm having a blast
I want to pen something
That makes people gasp.

Gasp with delight
Or maybe in horror
They...

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It is one hell of a risk
Away The Cops could Stan whisk,
By Jeff's window with a disc
They'll think he's there to things frisk,
Although, slow Stan's moves not brisk...

Stan means recording a rape;
He's gone there, too,...

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