Squirt Poems - Poems about Squirt

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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Plant of purple spews Grape-colored gas in space, Painting the rocket ship crew Mauve, as they pass that place....

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Plant of purple spews Grape-colored gas in space, Painting the rocket ship crew Mauve, as they pass that place....

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2 bubbles rise, perfect rainbow see-through globes of sunlight dancing on free air. Who cares for washing dishes?...

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