NONE OFTHEE ABOVE SOUNDS LIKE SOMEBODY GOT CAUGHT UP IN BUMPIN AUDIO ON LEWIS STREET THE FBI SENT ME TO BUY PAGERS YEARS AGO I LEFT TOWN NEVER EVER LOOKED BACK SO DON'T THREATENING ME WITH THAT BULL CONJOURING TRINA BELL MCKISSICK TERRORISTS THREATS UM UJ UT UY UP UD UCIRO THE ORGANIZED CRIME FAMILY I'VE SEEN THE MOVIE 310 TO YUMA ******* THE BOSS TRIES TO GET AWAY WITH BEING EXECUTED FOR MURDER KILLING A DISABLED CATTLE RANCHER DON'T EVER THREATENING MY LIFE AGAIN
Categories:
pagers, allah,
Form: Naat
I am Farrah Fawcett,
Poster on the wall.
I am a rotary phone,
When I made a call.
I am, Boss,
it’s the plane, The plane.
I am Pablo Escobar,
And his cocaine.
I am Queen with
Freddy Mercury Live.
I am the Bee Gees,
Talking that Jive.
I am vinyl, 8-tracks,
cassettes and CDs.
I am, make love not war,
And Hippies.
I am where is the beef?
Don't squeeze the Charmin.
I am Cheech and Chong
and George Carlin.
I am SNL when it
Was funny.
I am Happy Days,
And a Playboy bunny.
I am M.A.S.H. and
A metal Lunch-box.
I am clackers, tang,
And a Pet-rock.
I am American Bandstand,
Peace signs, and the twist.
I am pay-phones, pagers,
and stick-shifts.
I am, conjunction junction,
What's your function?
I am Patty Hearst and
Her abduction.
Turbo1904
Categories:
pagers, age, history,
Form: Rhyme
Jack Ruby ...
(newbie)
boob tubie stoogie
step up and bunt, sir
that's an affront, sir, to all the
manic panic room ragers
bouncing their pagers off eyes-in-the-sky
hollow-point queries, thus ...
conspiracy theories
swept under the thug-rug like dust
shaking the pillars, grand homes of white
retrieving a tossed stick
bleeding and caustic for that egg-shaped room
a Camelot doomed by Big Daddy's greed
(oh that corn-mash weed)
and dear sister's need
freed by the slip of a scalpel, not so helpful
after all ...
gun-to-gun-to-steel-to-matter, (gray)
one sweet mad-hatter
to carry those numberless sins
their sticky grins
and one soft, tender chin ... so dear, so dear
covered in drool
the featureless fool left to rot
(please hold her gnarled-knuckle hand ...
... just a while - oh please - for the sake of dreams!)
still... karma wrought its due
and castles crumbled ...
though her heart could no longer
care.
Ruby, Jack ...
fade to black.
Categories:
pagers, america, history, tribute,
Form: Free verse
Freedom could be the
time we spend alone.
It might be the time we spend without
people pagers or a cell phone.
Maybe its not a time
or a created lounging space.
It could be a lost emotion
that no one can seem to place.
I've flown on winds of freedom
in moments of lost time.
Then forgotton about
like an old nursery ryhme.
This is the unicorn
that no one can seem to place.
I search eyes forward
when the answer lies behind.
Categories:
pagers, imagination, lost, lost, time,
Form: Verse