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We were all laughing
And it seem quite baffling
For reasons no one was sure
Why'd we carried on
From dusk until dawn
As we all wound up, on da floor
Now MacJock lost his smile
And He all of the while
Kept a tab on all of us lads
And I t'ought I felt ill
When he presented the bill
Dat's when I knew we all had of been had
Then grimily he said
"I don't care where its lead
But only the first round was free
Now isn't true, I'm sure I told you"
He said that, while looking at me
I was in shock
As I said to MacJock
You tricked us
To drink all this while
And now we owe you
the money that's due
And dats when Finn
Lost his smile
I went a searchen for da green eyed monster
Yet da big fella was nowhere in site
They'd said he was really quite fearsum
He'd often appear on a saderday night
I went out wit my little woman
That sweet gal o mine lookin so fine
If ya asked me to give er a ratin
She'd be a ten or at least a nine
Da more dat I got inta ma drinkin
Ma senses dey became super fine
I noticed sum good lookin fella
Eyen dat special woman o mine
The vessels in ma neck started poppin
My eyes began glowin a sickly green
I got up frum ma chair started screamin
Dats right I started makin a scene
Ma little woman she was sum embarrassed
That yung fella smashed me in da face
Tank goodness she came to ma rescue
It's a good ting she had a can a mace
It seems I'd been mad about nutin
Dat young fella had been on a date
Ma wife told me dat I'd bin right silly
She was quite sure dat his date's name was Nate
Tankfully dos green eyes dey turned back ta blue
Da colour now is gone wit out a trace
except for da red and da black an blue
dat now is coverin dis here old face
For Verlena Walker's Green Eyed Monster contest
I feel privileged.
I have been chosen by the Government
as part of a group testing something called
Edible Clinical Marijuana.
Honestly I half expected it to look like a Burrito
because the name sounds sort of Mexican.
It actually looks more like a brownie.
I’m am about to take a bite so hold on.
Yum,
tasty!
So here is the point
I am suppose to consume
one half of a brownie
then fill out this sheet
giving them my feedback.
Hold on
I am going to have a few more bites.
Okay,
no wait,
milk would go great
with these babies.
I’ll be back.
(after a long while)
OK, sew sorry I was gonna while
I was staring inside my fridge\
for a while'
tying to remember
I think I wanted a glass of ink%
aktiually I’m dinking from the bodle@
I am eating my forth brownie
as I was instructured to do;
Did they say four or? ate
cause these. are tasty
And/
aaaahhhhhhh,,
tasty^
tayysstee^
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keeps underlyning my words
with read squiggles=
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but it diidn’t underline squiggle#
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good underlying word*
stoopid Bill Gated^
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I don wanna sheet,
tha is gaross[
heeres a pen
quesshun= Sex
easy!
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hahahahahahahahaha
?why m i bein so polite
hahahahahahahahaha
queshun!
oh wow Blues Brothers on my TV
what was I spose? to do
oh yeah watch tv
why am i so angry hahahahahah++
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i mean hungary
haahahahahah
h u n g r y
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hey look
brownies?
those look good
hahahahahahahahaha
i con't tipe with mai mouth
full dats rood/rood
i'll get bak too dis later..
sew as they say
hahahahahahahahaha
two bee contitnude
Im addicted 2 me Im addicted 2 self
Im addicted 2 flesh I checked myself
into rehab becuz I tend to relapse Ima nervous wreck Ima
mess yeah Im forgiven by repentance but still I get
tempted I fall short so I deserve conviction, but Im missin
da big picture
tryin 2 keep my eyes on da mission
his 7 step program is what I need 2 hold on 2 I need to
behold u
Im so wrong its da same ol song
my back feels like its forever on da wall, but then I find da
strength to
put on da whole armor & give all things to da king dats
risen I gotta bear my cross count da cost I was once lost
dis addiction almost overtaken me now Ima livin
testament for others in the same situation all because our
father which art in Heaven never forsaken me
This here is... History in the making
they say imma rapper, I say no far
from it, life of a sinner yeah dats
what I used to live in, but dats past tensed
so regardless of what you think I'm
still winning despite what you think I'm still
a sanctified christian, born again gifted wit
the lyrics I spitt so in a sense, yeah I'm
ministering.
Been quiet and shy all my life and truth
be told I have no control of the role of
the dice but question? Have you ever
been able to foresee certain events in
your life? How about being told to give up
everything your pursuing in the physical
because in the spiritual is where your being
sent to fight.
Even more drastic, leaving your worldly
friends behind because on his throne is
where you're needed, and true it ain't easy
but, would you? You see I'm more than
a poet, this is more than calling, imagine
being able to possibly save a generation
that's literally fallin, imagine being born
into a rebellious generation but if one man
could change the world by the grace of God
maybe this one could save it.
So if I'm that chosen one what does that mean?
That I was chose to lead a nation, and they
love to say false idols ain't what they praising
then tell me what color is the average american
in this country is chasing.
Role reversal, yeah dats what dis feels like,
what happened 2 those good ol days forget whos wrong or right
ppl actually cared bout having an undastanding,
but despite how da roles have changed like Monica Im still standing...
strong, firm on solid ground but question?
If da roles are reversed whos gonna hold me down
if Im lost how am I suppose 2 find her, am I actually seeing 20/20
or am I blinded by dis worlds reflecting glare tru,
life aint no crystal stare & I aint lookin 4 da sweet life
just sum1 2 share my world wit, u haven't truly been kissed
till u felt da emotion behind it, what we call tru love
is actually timeless no motives behind it just takin it 1 day at a time,
yeah da roles have definitely been reversed
its like da good men & women have been cursed becuz
even tho we carry immense light God still saw it fit 2 disable our sight
when it came 2 da relationships we had no business in,
I still seek what ppl back in da day were lookin 4,
but where dey stopped da search I never lost my hunger for it
As I take a look back, I look back what my life was
to what it became and only I can stop the rain
yeah dats my M.O. and trust me these poems
ain't nothin but a lyrical masterpiece
so to me it's my poetic memo
so dats what iz, and I been sanctified lyrically
to unify, be a role model to these teens thats
thinking bout suicide and I'm done choosing sides
so my mental is like do or die, who am I
I'm dat street corner dat these street pharmaceutical
thugs, gang banga's hugged when this world became too much
but honestly it's never enough and hate is everywhere
love used to be ain't nobody trying to overcome
it just looks like slavery and civil rights woke up
from extinction, the smell, stench, and resdue
the devil left still resides on the hemisphere
but who really cares anymore it's all about
making it threw the storm and lyrically
August 2004 a poet was born so in memory of the late
great Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. so will I take my throne
raise up every lost soul till the good Lord carries me home
in the same manner Jesus left so thats why I keep my
right fist in the sky and beat on my chest
the word of GOD resides in my left breast
.
Dat Ole River (The Calcasieu)
Dats a lazy ole river, dats a muddy ole river.
Dat river she flows on and on and on,
Dat river she flows;
Through my mind, to my soul.
Dat river she be wide,
And dem shrimp nets scrape her belly;
And dem crawfish play around her.
Dat river she be life, She be life to me.
I used to go there with my Momma.
Momma she fixed da Gumbo, da Gumbo and the bisque.
Momma she boiled the crabs and crawfish;
By dat ole muddy river.
I took my Marie down to the river;
Took my sweet Sha to dat river.
An we swam there in the moonlight;
I fell in love beneath that moon.
I poled my pirogue down dat river;
Down that muddy, swampy river.
I raised my children round that river.
That river she be life to me.
Come and play for me the accordion,
The accordion and French harp.
Bring fat Mommas and fat babies
And we’ll have a fais do do.
Bring sweet wine and red boudin,
Bring the red and white boudin,
To the banks of dat ole river.
We grow old and die together.
Dear ole Calcasieu.
Dats a lazy old river, Dats a dirty old river.
Dat river she flows on and on;
Dat river she flows through my mind, To my soul.
I wrote in honor of my friend and
lovely lady Mystic Rose
"Thanks for the inspiration"
STEAMED CLEANED by JTCurtis
Mike, Finn and McGee
Thought a day in the sauna would be
like heavenly bliss
To hear that steam hiss
And detoxing oneself, it's the key
Soon, there sat all three boys
Then up popped a sudden wee noise
Mike said "Dat'd me phone"
"Yea, bot I know dat ringtone"
Finn said while knocked off his poise
Then came a very loud sound
with such force, it knocked McGee down
Finn said "You old sods,
Dats just me I Pod"
Said Mike " Yea, I've heard dem around"
Then suddenly there came a loud boom
"It's your tablet McGee we assume"
"You boys now relax
It's just me old fax"
And that's when the boys cleared the room