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Addiction Dereliction Non-Fiction Pictionary Piss to Listen To for YOU

One more pill, 
One more self-denial of internal strength, 
One more unhealthy decision, 
One more drink to ease the tension, 
One more fruitless thrill, 
One more wasted skill, 
One more temperament becoming ill,
 One more day by the windowsill of life, 
Looking out, 
Wondering, 
Crying, “Why?”  
Then comes the light.  
Habit, 
Fear, 
Addicts still cheer, 
***** as it seems, 
Passing on by go some dreams, 
Screams occur, 
Many things blur, 
One thing for sure, 
Are the things that were the cure, 
No larger are, 
That is ALL I know so far.  
It is FUBAR!!!

Late Night Piss

There are Dogs barking at the tweakers
Throwing up in our garden.
Their merciless chains drag them 
Clawing into the dirt
Digging into their frothing throats and I
Am happy for the tiles
For my two cold feet on the floor.
I am picking your tonsils
Out of my teeth
And spitting into the stream of
My feverish thoughts.
In the other room
I watch through the mirror 
As my mother crawls into the comfort
Of her bad dreams.
And I
Am so very soft.
Or so she says.

Take a piss

Oooh yeah, finally I get to piss 
I've been turned up all night
Trying to shake off this girl
And she couldn't leave me for a sec 

If it were up to her she'd have followed me here
Saying I might disappear on her like the others do
She almost took my drink for me
I told her I've got two hands, I can handle it 

I'm so uptight,it feels like I'm about to burst
And not exactly what I'd have wanted
It had made me have a long hard-on
And the ladies were blushing, thinking they'd done it 

I've been standing long here it just keeps going
It's like the gates were opened 
And damn am I relieved
Cause I don't think I could keep this in 

Lemmi just flick it one more time
And roll it back in nicely
Cause it's just past midnight 
I've got the whole night to rave on 

The PO£T


Premium Member Memory of Allys

Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound! 
Nineteen times before the sour dregs 
are swallowed by the day.
Bowed tendons stripe her calloused palms with pain. 
She racks each open with a metal comb 
to rake her horse’s mane.
Stall cleaned; horse fed, mane combed to shine as gold-
Showered, she brings her smile to our bed.

Steak Is Great

Today I cooked some steaks, 
I do believe steak is great,
I don't care what vegans say,
Maybe they should all piss off today!
Just kidding, believe what you like, I say,
I am cooking great steaks today!
No need to fuss, hold the bus,
Signed, one of the 'carnivores are us'!

Piss

Piss


I tell missy for class say;
Aunty, i want to go and piss
Naim everybody con begin to de laugh, 
Auty coman get angry and get up and shout
'Class if i hear pim again'

Anty na look at my side and talk say,
You this child;
You can not come and kill me in this school,
Now correct yourself in good English 
Before i flog your bum bum,
'I wan to go outside and wee wee anty' please
As the piss don catch me well well
I now run straight from inside class to lavatory.

In the lavatory, i see many many big big ;
Some black, brown, water - water and 
small small worm everywhere, 
It is not working again
So it is smelling bad bad
And teacher say dirty environment
Is germs and disease place
I now coman run to the bush
In the back of lavatory to piss

Kr kr kr kr 
The zipper didn't want to open
So i now draw my school knicker down
And lowered my pant,
'Pss psssssssssss pss pss.
Pr pr pr pr prrrrrrrrrrrrr
Leki kettle way de blow whistle.

After i now finish pissing, 
I shake my thing very well so the last drop 
do not stain my cloth
So my Classmate will not say 
I piss on my body and start calling me
"Pissi pissi for body".




Ghops


Boudain's Funeral Cold Piss With Dan Quayle In Drag

brocoli rob
smoke the hemp
the day after that mechanical man Al Gore took the stand
I couldn't cry over Bourdain
tried to see what he was up to next but it was too late
a Chinese man was in the alley taking a pee pee
just after elder Bush touched some bush he gets in trouble again
this time was his friend Dan Quayle in drag
the truth can hurt at times so refined never second guessing
I'll start professing a good cause to come clean living in a land of mean

Bourdain was for Bourdain so why should we complain
the guy was totally insane taking his own life for the sake of what ?
you make me want to throw up in mouth  blame, ***** & pout
the beautiful thing is when the fat lady sings but sorry it still isn't over then
got fish for frying and i'm not lying 
environmental sound like Dan Quayle in a gown
stick it to the man who once said,"Yes We Can"!
more drama for your momma in comes homeboy Obama
Trump is busy working with the wall trying to stand up ten feet tall
Cold piss sorry that I missed a sacred kiss with a hero in our mist.

Drank Cold Piss

Drank Cold Piss
cold you believe this
that day I drank cold piss
it was the night after a party
had drank all my beer was fiending
nothing was left but a few Milwaukee Best cans
so I took a sip but to no avail it was piss
feeling swirled within my head like I was the walking dead
who could I have drank with piss so sorry that i missed
was it from the last girl that I kissed squeeze it easy
got a little bit dizzy the next thing I new I threw up in my mouth
never a dull moment with me some freaks gotta pee

Premium Member Piss Poem B

Early morning
I get a pissy look
from a worn-out moon.
Off to work
From a pissy guard booth
I get a pissy look. 
Next. I get a pissy look from the supervisor.
Who got a pissy look from the manager.
Who got a pissy look from God. I presume.

Lunchtime, an old woman baking minimum wage.
Serving food to a thousand pissy faces.
Her smile is worth a million bucks.
An island of diamonds in an ocean of pissy.

Premium Member Diamonds and Piss

If they toss coal and glass.
Just chew it up and spit it out.
Every now and again you'll even find a diamond. 
Laying infinite shine to your soul smile.

So, when they sling those hateful things.
At the stained-glass window of your being.
You can clean your caliber and hone your cutlery.
or spit back a fountain of jagged love.
If you don't do something, they'll bury you alive. 
Then piss all over your busted skull.

Premium Member Bottled Piss

There is no way I would buy beer,
none of the brands that are brewed here.
How can you drink any of this?
American beer, bottled piss.

I’ll list any domestic brand
It’s so easy to understand
It’s gassy, yellow, and tasteless.
American beer, bottled piss.

They don’t care any way it’s brewed
Companies are selfish and rude.
Do you think they care about this?
American beer, bottled piss.

From Prohibition, to today,
no change; it’s always been that way.
This is nothing to reminisce.
American beer, bottled piss.

In Germany, or Vietnam,
none will sell; they don’t give a damn.
They just won’t buy any of this!
American beer, bottled piss.

If you’re here, or you’re over there,
wherever you are, they don’t care.
There is nothing here I would miss.
American beer, bottled piss.

No one gets much for their money.
I’ll show you where it’s not sunny.
Here is my ass for you to kiss.
American beer, bottled piss.

Premium Member Ode To the Poet Who Writes Only To Piss People Off

All hail to thee love, your swave "eh" intrigues me.
Your embattlements stack like wet cordwood
upon the pile of used newspapers in my outhouse,
making the use of a corn cob most appealing.
I feel the need of purification, rejuvenation by fire.
Like holding a match under your out stretched eyelid
or maybe, just maybe sweeter, a cold sore
on the inside of your lip; so neat on a dinner date.
At least these things are real. 
The lip has to heal, which it can do even if left alone.
Not like made-up words which have no direction,
no qualitative analysis, and no meaning 
in the perceived circumstance or illustration.
Just made-up words which fit a line,
and you call it poetry? 
You schmooze a line of B. S. at the reader, 
in trite cliché and rusted phrasal tone,
riding the pretense of the sublime
and you call that poetry?
But then geezzz...? what can you expect
from someone whose only goal
is to piss someone off?

Piss and Vinegar

piss & vinegar

“the kid’s gonna be full of
piss & vinegar,”
they might say,
when gathered round in a 
family function &
watching the little one run amok,
or they might see her/him throw a ball &
deduct that the kid will certainly be a 
famous football player,
or when the little one whines,
suddenly the rock star is born---
all of this resides in the dreaming mind of the
parent,
but means nothing in the great scheme of the 
little one’s life to come,
for s/he will be everything that was never imagined &
part nurture, part nature,
there might be a chance,
if you’re lucky,
that s/he turns out 
happy,
which is much more important
than any of the lives you wish you had led,
which you thrust on the life of 
a kid whose barely begun yet.

A Full of Piss

The growth is natural but the efforts have progress. 
How professional a person is, intellect seems when a matter has discuss?
Physically or mentally, human has same level, 
other matter, who is developed or miss. 
Sex, anger, greed, affection or pride,
Natural factors, designing everyone’s life,
How a mind sharp or a soul is kind?
Reserve nature or socialization has own business.
Everything has two pairs, parallel or oppose,
Up or down, left or right and dark or bright,
Everything is mortal that we care or careless.
Nobody can add or alter, how is strange?
A day or night or weather runs itself,
All natural things are free, me is really impress.
Crisis and disaster also a part of living,
Systematically works perfect that is feeble or strong,
Life has nothing to gain at last, everything is stress.
Life is natural who lives natural a person needs to decide,
A religion, creed, colour, gender or caste,
Criminality develops itself when a life is full of piss?

Piss and Puke In the Pews Free Cee

RIGHTEOUS RETRIBUTION 

I awoke this morning soaked in piss and puke but I know it wasn’t mine
For the night before I had consumed no rum, tequila nor any soured wine
And so I  came to the conclusion that Jesus had been the source of what I had awoken to
But my deepest regret is that I didn’t awake being anyone but me, anyone else including you
Because the most difficult job in the world is being me and there ain’t no paycheck at the end of the week 
So it’s okay if Christ himself yearns to vomit on me or had taken a leak
For the things I’ve done cannot be described by the spoken words which I may say
Horrid and horrible crimes against man and nature for which I must thusly pay
Or the imbecilic statements I might utter
Words spat out with not a stutter
So that which my savior does is simply payment for the horrid and horrible acts for which I deserve such retribution
And alas,,  it’s justifiable that Jesus made me awake to his most righteous contribution
      © 2011.…Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~

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