Long Crap Poems
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You may be living in a king size house
Sleeping in a king size bed
Laying on a king size mattress
With a king size pillow for your head
You may wear a king size diamond
On your king size ring
Or you may be living in a king size mess
Messing up everything
You may have a king size wallet
And a king size car
But if you don't have a king size heart
It won't take you very far
You may use a king size mirror
For your morning face
Or you may dress up like a Barbie doll
With your king size make-up case
You may have a king size suit
And wear a king size tie
Or you may be living in a plastic bubble
Telling a king size lie
You may ride a king size Harley
Or a truck with king size tires
You may even be a fireman
Who puts out king size fires
You may rule a king size Nation
Like a tree with king size rings
You may even be a salesmen
To invest in king size bling
Don't walk around like you're all that
From the bull-crap you've been fed
Just be yourself and just stay cool
Don't wear a king size head
The world is far from being a perfect place
Pretty sure that's a well known fact
If so, world peace would be the name of the game
Instead of killing and unprovoked attacks
It's hard to imagine what that would be like
It hasn't ever happened before
It sure would take a whole lot of getting used to
So foreign, a world without wars
What would we do with our war machines
Dismantle them and sell them for scrap
With no further wars, countries aligned as one
No need for any of that crap
Is this old guy dreaming, did I nod off for a while
Better belt myself on the noggin
If I happen to survive for another hundred years
More likely to see ghosts and goblins
Life seems to manifest itself more of me into a frown
Surrounded by the foreign and the indifferent
My heart pumps but for what? I feel like my soul is stuck in an endless strut.
I feel alone and trapped
Sorrowful and crap
My thoughts and pain don't matter to those around me
I'm just another person in their life
Another sinister stricken with strife
I'm just bitter and unhappy with life
But nobody cares why
Maybe one day I will be free from the hell I've found myself in
Maybe one day it will all make sense
This hellbound turtle shell I'm slowly crawling around in,
Waiting for the oceans current to sweep me up so I can drift away
Lead me to better shores and more memorable days
Feel the sun dawn and set on my face
But today I'm just a pale malformed image of the end time frays
Such is my darkened fate
P D and Me have a War of Words constantly,
but P D and I never take anything we throw at each other personally.
Get ready all for me and P D to get sometimes down right dirty.
We're both just doing this for fun. It seems to entertain everybody.
I do consider P D a very close friend to me
probably more so than many of you out there can see.
My life is one of much unresolved anger and hostility
depression, panic attacks, drained mentally chronically.
P D allows me to unload all on PD
afterward I feel better, thanks to my friend P D.
Now dry your tears my little poet destroyer, aka P D
and SLAM the ever lovin crap out of theKidster, Billy.
I kinda, sorta want to talk about people who are vague.
It’s kinda really important to be clear about what you have to say.
To ramble and sorta kinda talk all hazy will never sound o.k..
It’s better to talk in black and white than a puffy sorta grey.
I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is, it’s important to be clear
About what you’re tryin’ to say, and what you want people to hear.
To LOL someone or say DBD then tell them BRB
Is kinda sorta really crap when you could be more, like, wordie.
The Oxford has heaps of words, bucket loads have heaps of meaning
And to sort of replace them just with letters is kinda sorta demeaning.
Dumping on kids from spelling bees that had to study their grammar,
They got replaced by kids tryin’ to talk kinda like a poetry slammer.
So next time you’re sort of having a chat with another kinda person,
Use words not letters and speak kinda clear, kinda like you’re rehearsin’.
Because the letters sorta have heaps of meanings kinda like a heap of phrases,
It’s better, I reckon, to use real words, and it helps fill up the pages.
If you look closely, you can
See the pain on my face.
My bones ache deep inside,
Sleep I often chase.
To walk to the bathroom,
Fills me with dread.
My soul is tortured,
Hard to deal with my head.
It even hurts to
Comb my hair.
My two emotions,
Anger and despair.
Depression has a grip on me,
My hands have the shakes.
The messed-up memories,
And all the stupid mistakes.
My eyes ache from
The tears I cried.
My only prayer,
To be numb inside.
All the tears and
A runny nose.
My hands clench into fists
And I curl my toes.
I'm wound too tight,
Have I lost my grip?
My mind runs off on
Some crazy trip.
A road to madness,
Enters my mind.
Every time I remember,
My wife left me behind.
I divert my thoughts,
I don't want to see.
Insanity beckons and
Calls out to me.
Holy crap, I don't need
Things to be clearer.
Reality grips me with
A sudden terror.
Turbo1904 ?
Pretending you're dead can at times be the pits
It frightens the family it scares them to bits
They run around screaming and covering their eyes
They surely weren't ready for my big surprise
Pulling this off was a lead pipe cinch
Haven't seen Charlie or Aunt Abigail since
The dog's on the roof, the cat's up a tree
If the truth be known scared the crap outta me
Decided to confess and tell them the truth
Now my clothes are all ripped I'm missing a tooth
They didn't see the humour they said it twern't funny
Hightailed it outta there quick like a bunny
The moral of this tale listen carefully please
If you ever decide to pretend you're deceased
My advice to you wear armor or such
There's a chance you'll soon be needing a crutch
© Jack Ellison 2013
I thought I would do a Rhyme in Rap.
Even though I find that kind of music Crap.
I am just a normal type of guy.
I wont forever ever lie.
Because that's not who I am.
I am a one woman man.
I have brown hair and deep blue eyes.
What you get with me is the beauty inside.
I wont hide my life from you I will tell only the truth.
I love all life all animals especially cats.
I don't go to a gym but I walk to stay healthy.
I may not be rich but in love I am wealthy.
What you see isn't what you get.
Because I am so much better than that.
I will rock your world because a boat is small..
While some may give you some?
I will always give you my all.
Life will be so much fun.
your back will never be against a wall.
For you my love I will always be on the ball.
You always take my breath away.
Make my heart pound faster.
Your the only one. I will always run after.
You are the goddess the queen of my life.
Maybe that's why so many men want you as a wife.
Your kisses are like heaven.
You are an angel without wings.
God made you to be all of the things.
That men want to cherish to honour to love.
Our religion forbids all
games of chance guys
We ain't allowed to
indulge in that harmful
enterprise
But no one can claim that
gambling is at all wise
To more has gambling
brought much misery
and misfortune
Trying your luck that
way brings bad luck to
this money goon!
So goes without saying,
no need of elaborating
that harmful and
addictive are casinos and
gambling
Quick money is the lure
but gambling is such an
addictive trap
Indeed a vicious circle it
is for sure
and you can 'bet' my
warnings ain't crap!
The casino wheel doesn't
always tip the scales in
your favour many times
bringing down people
from heights of
immense affluence
to the abyss of poverty
and monetary crimes
as gamblers act as if
'under the influence'
God only wished us to
not be thus corrupt
for He foresaw most
gamblers going bankrupt
To gamble is sin
and you don't always
win
You might end up losing
even the little you had
from bad to worse,
tycoon hero to zero, alas
too sad
I amn't uselessly rambling
Better stay away from
gambling
A compulsive gambler
frequenting the casino
might forever court ill-
luck you know
from slot machine back
to home, to and fro!
As to others his bucks
shall flow.
In place of guarding you as the apple of an eye
they're excavating your eyeballs out
perhaps it is better so
you ain't gonna see
what they have done to you
whom they pledged an oath
in whose name they are separating us
at those who cherish you
at those who cherish you less
to those who don't
and you are laughing at
multiplied names of yours
names are multiplying
faith is dividing
decomposing to the factors
and monetizing
200 rich families was the goal
to rest of us
eating cakes was suggested
and it had a taste of crap
completely in accordance to
how it felt
being confronted with cognition
for great design of those 200 chosen ones
other have bled
reduced on animals
which devour each others faces
our flag remains
lowered at half-staff