Short Crapping Poems
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Malcontents crapping on democracy
then complaining about how it stinks
the anarchist and antichrist
keepers of a stagnate stye
It is the eve before the prince of peace arrives
Be where your feet are, so you'll always be aware
Of where you are, and you will surely be there
Now listen to me
Ain't crapping thee
Coz where you are now, nothing compares
Be where your feet are, so you'll always be aware
Of where you are, and you will surely be there
Now listen to me
Ain't crapping thee
Coz where you are now, nothing compares
HUH?
once up on a midnight
clearly...
while i yawned all weak
and...
barely over many a pain
too...
clear volumes from gutt'n
more...
and while i knotted nearly
rapping...
suddenly there came a
crapping...
and a rapping at the door
"this"...
i muttered "be my chamber
only"...
and not
a...
thing
more...
stan sand
A life of doublespeak,
Means I think you're weak,
Never mind, (you're a dipstick),
Means,"I don't give a blip,"
Blip happens,
Means, "You're crapping,"
Do stop moaning,
And all your groaning,
Dull contemplation
of ex manipulation,
Yes, doublespeak,
Means I think you're weak,
'Have a good day', so long,
Who carries why the ex carries on?
James Dean junket drive
Up the bend away at Five
Met his end all plaster-fied
The Hollywood pied piper
Hellva lot better Dean
A young-man Diana been
No old man crapping in a diaper
But a trip for the worse
Early turn in a hearse
No fun for fans all screaming
Running at double time
Crossing over the line
Makes an end of your California dreaming
Happy Stepmother's Day
Sorry your card is soggy.
I tucked a few ice cubes inside it.
The same ones you spit onto my soul
so many years ago.
{They all see the gentle-gray-haired grandma
and wonder why I keep my distance}.
But I grew up under the ass of that crow {you didn't}
Crapping out ice cubes on my young soul-
I wear the rouge on my psyche as proof.
Cat faeces in piles on the grass
I’m tempted to butt plug cat’s ass
But two solar cat scarers
Have stopped cat crap terrors
Their solar charged tone works first class!
No kitty poop piles this week
Though daily its cat poop I seek
There’s no turds on my lawn
I’m no longer forlorn
Cat’s crapping elsewhere, YES! I shriek!
The slots spin,
the casino’s siren song
bellows its flashy music-box tune.
Click, click, click….
O so close!
“It’s not gambling,” she says,
“it’s just a half-assed prayer
we ritually repeat to a sleeping deity.
one that doesn’t like germy fingers
poking at her all night.
Don’t forget to wash your hands,
they provide restrooms,
for when we are tired
of crapping out
on the craps tables.”
Girl I just want to drink some Shocktops get drunk while crapping all over
My pants with this old man's broken down bowel howl pissing on time's moon
Stumble through another tune where all the ladies swoon acting like a fool his pool
Thinking that he's cool but he had to be me as she in everybody's glee when your at the
Land of gay prairie ? Nobbin on his mic, bobbin on her dike, twist their tails on a gooey trail.
Form:
His luck depends on the roll of the dice.
For most of the night, they are cold as ice.
A twelve, three, or two, crapping out is nothing new.
Seven and eleven naturals are overdue.
Everything is the same in this sleazy joint.
A seven out usually follows the establishment of a point.
His luck is so bad, his situation is so sad.
He has lost just about everything he had.
Money talks in this place, and it says “goodbye”.
Nevertheless, the sucker will be back for another try.