I have had an overflow of sweet feeling towards you since we last spoke.
My eyes have not blinked, it made me restless that I have to write this words.
The demonstration of your affection for me is such that my soul bubbles for joy, my heart melts and my spirit is set free.
The peaceful feeling, like fresh air, invigorating as a gentle wind in my heart, this must be the butterfly feeling peeps talk about.
I could have said I feel something more than love for you.
Alas mankind will flutter and shiver,
Mankind may prolly cease to exist.
If it gets to understand what and how I feel for you.
Knack the band of my heart that the maidens of Umuororonjo may dance shanking their waist in mimickery of you.
Kputu kpum, kputu kpum kpum
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Strike the chords of my soul that the lads of Aromate may Sally and deck the shores.
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My very little one, my baby girl.
My cherry koko??????
Wherever I go, wherever you go.
You'll always have a place in my life.
I love you sugarcherrypie.
#BibiNetanyahu
Categories:
shanking, break up, crush, dedication,
Form: Free verse
Ironic how most of the wealthy old greenies
pamper their white satin fannies over fancy bidets
behind the walls of butchered Cherrywood trees.
Stuffing RVs and private planes with fracking gasoline,
bashing slave labor while flashing their blood diamond rings.
They cherish furry creatures while BBQing their meats,
wearing hides of bovine while strutting down hypocrisy street.
They believe in diversity but not when it comes to opinions,
they're nothing but naïve-yellow striped Marxist Minions.
Openly playing the flutes of the compassionate- pacifist
while secretly banging the cymbals of a globalist tryst
tearing at the heart and soul of the second amendment.
Wishing for the blue collar ballot to smolder and choke,
butt(sp) willingly bending over for illegals and felons to vote.
Always attacking and tongue trashing of the thinnest blue line,
hiring guards behind gated mansions filled with security eyes.
Playing the race baiting game of re-distribution of wealth,
shanking the middle class, while their accounts continue to swell.
I pray large herds of red pachyderm storm the voting stations,
to stomp out the braying- to salvage the soul of a nation.
Categories:
shanking, america, freedom,
Form: Free verse
I’m a ladies man
Do what I can
To attract these girls to me
When I’m dancing on the floor
They flock around to see
Yeah’ Yeah’ Yeah’ Yeah’
I’m in ecstasy
My moves so hot
I tango, trot
Come have a dance with me
They gather around
As I boogie down
Shanking and doing my thing
And when it’s time for my chat up line
I move in swift and sweet
Yeah’ Yeah’ Yeah’ Yeah’
I’m in ecstasy
My moves so hot
To this hip hop
Come have a dance with me
These slow songs playing
As, I start swaying
We smooch and I softly say
Can I take you home tonight
And she's just blown away
Yeah’ Yeah’ Yeah’ Yeah’
I’m in ecstasy
My moves so hot
The waltz I got
Come have a dance with me
This girls’ so hot
The rhythm she's got
She’s dancing in ecstasy
I join in grooving, keeping her moving
To the beat and sweet melody
Yeah’ Yeah’ Yeah’ Yeah’
I’m in ecstasy
My moves so hot
My lambada tops
Come have a dance with me
Copyright © 24th February 2014
K.C.Leake
All Rights Reserved
Categories:
shanking,
Form: Lyric