I really would like to sit down and drink a beer with a cigarette
All I want is to choose for myself
But we can't do this and we can't do that
I think they're really trying to steal all our fun
They call this England, I call it a surveillance state prison.
Where the drunk drinks yet damns drugs
he claims another benefit
the bankers are lying
they're going to bring the country down
People are dying for these profiteering wars.
A mother lost another son, we're lied to buy our government
The houses are up, the jobs are low
The poor man takes another blow
Another revolution is about to come and go!
Just for one night my friends
roll the dice
come on play the game
Side by side we should stand
My friends, we will sing
Categories:
squirt, angst, england, humanity, society,
Form: Narrative
Not sure yet, I slowly turn to the sound of a familiar voice.
Yours maybe?
It has been three years since the social dance of co-workers and mingling - inevitable small talk.
Three years ago, this was a not so foreign path.
Is it too much all at once?
These long office corridors can be home
versus the long, dreadful, hours spent at home
the winter months are not the worst - June, July and August are the culprits.
They drag - like an old train chugging past.
Whistling in the wind.
My life is not a rundown railroad train.
dodging my own shadow, I spent what seemed like lifetimes, watching the sun slouch across the carpet.
Seated at a round table, they laugh in the crowded cafe.
Alert yet apart, I will blend in like a chameleon, like a flower in a vase I will arrange myself to bend with my fellow flowers.
We will all bloom and it will all be glorious.
Categories:
squirt, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: ABC
Run and never stop
Always be kind
love the rain as much as the sun
And smile
And live your life and dreams
Fall in love completely
Dont believe the lies
prove the truths
And when you are twelve dont play with matches near your mums seat
And never be embarassed to cry
And laugh at all the wrong times
And just be brilliant
i know you can
And finally i know girls are horrible but susan really likes you and will never hurt you
Good luck squirt
Categories:
squirt, poetry,
Form: Free verse
It begins in the neurons of the brain
It ends in the stained wall most often
But pardon him for it just skids excitedly
From nowhere as a gentle serpent
Creeping slowly by the ladies' room
Now despise the grinning thespian
Mock the laughing orator
Curse the chuckling poet
Execrate the smirking vocalist and the painter as well
For they are a bunch of angelic maniacs like the rest of Adam's clan
Who strive to reach the occasional peaks in artistic modes
Now it's wet!
Categories:
squirt, passion,
Form: Free verse
had no breakfast today
but somehow i'll make it
in the usual way
when it comes to hunger
i can take it
at work everything is wonderful
everything is fine
the weather is cool
and bright is the sun shine
no worries what ever
my face has a smile
driving along my mind
drifts for a while
and then it hits me
like a thunderbolt
lighting on the inside
from somewhere in my stomach
straight to my backside
you know that feeling
you know what it is
stomach churning
bubbling bad
something is yearning
and needs to go fast
before i know it
i'm full of hot air
i want to let it go
but i do not dare
look for the box
they call johnny on the spot
but when i get there
the door was locked
standing out side and holding it tight
no matter what their doing
i'm gonna lose this fight
and then it happens
what nature fought to get through
now tell me honestly
has this ever happened to you
Categories:
squirt, fear, funny,
Form: Burlesque
I'm dreaming of fantastic hurt
to my stomach which once was inert.
A cringe of the can,
the binge of the man
consumed by a beverage called Squirt.
Robert Dixon
10/29/2011
The "Pick a beverage, any beverage..." contest.
Categories:
squirt, food,
Form: Limerick
Plant of purple spews
Grape-colored gas in space,
Painting the rocket ship crew
Mauve, as they pass that place.
Categories:
squirt, science fiction
Form: Verse
Plant of purple spews
Grape-colored gas in space,
Painting the rocket ship crew
Mauve, as they pass that place.
Categories:
squirt, science fiction
Form: Verse
2 bubbles
rise, perfect rainbow
see-through globes
of sunlight
dancing on free air. Who cares
for washing dishes?
Categories:
squirt, imagination
Form: Shadorma