We should love our neighbors as we do ourselves
because this is what God truly expects
but some people makes this very hard to do
in fact, they make you want to break their necks.
The insanity that exists in humanity
makes it extremely hard to forgive
the things that some people do to others and themselves
makes you wonder why they would even want to live.
Husbands and wives are living separate lives
because their love life turned suddenly into dust
infidelity and stupid jealously
destroyed the love that they shared and their trust.
Today's idiocy, lies, and bigotry
has filled the whole world with hate
God is coming soon to end this world
and believe me when I say I can't wait.
There are rapists, drug addicts, and pedophiles
transvestites, murderers, and such
there are people who think that they're God's gift to the world
and some people just talk too much.
I try my best to over look these things
and be more forgiving like God up above
I try to see the good in all of mankind
but some people are just too hard to love.
by
Benjamin Macieo Davis
ThePrinceofPoetry
Those in Essex wear makeup like transvestites in Glee,
layered thick in powder layered thick mentally
the county undoubtedly can't count to 3
seek fame all shameless in cheap accessories
with brains stripped to bare necessities
embracing fake to hide insecurities living dumb
but to the west of Essex is the great kingdom
the best called Wessex where wisdom won
and skulls aint numb in a wonderland of fun
drinking cider under the sun.
So life is better when you go out west
oh yes
no contest
this place is blessed,
in the east most a numpty
we're not in the West Country
( Hum to the tune of "Get me to the Church on time!"
The old guy's getting married to a fat virgin,
Ding dong, the wedding hearse does shine!
That's what he gets for perving!
Get him to the morgue on time!
The old man's getting married to a fat virgin,
Ding dong, the wedding hearse does shine,
Both the coffins are ready,
The undertakers are steady,
Extra large for the fat groom and bride.
The old man's getting married to a fat virgin,
Ding dong, the wedding hearse does shine,
The bride is wearing her thongy,
His sons are bringing their bongies,
Get him to the morgue on time.
The old man's getting married to a fat virgin,
Ding dong, wedding hearse does shine,
The mob are bringing marijuana pesto,
The transvestites are saying hello,
They can be mothers of the bride.
The old man's marrying a fat virgin,
Yes, that's what you get for a'pervin,
The morticians are all ready,
The coffins are standing steady,
Get him to the morgue on time!
Tonight I'm a bathroom stall poetry critic
let's see what we have here
I LOVE TRANNYS
DIVE AND LISA 4EVER
SUCK MY F*CKIN DICK
Golly, do the kids these days
ever love the
liberal use of profanity.
Certainly the reference to
Transvestites
(with a key
and very tact
misspelling)
is indicative
of the poets love
of the unknown,
and his relishing
of diving into
the unknown,
especially when
the unknown
is not what he
thought it was.
Who is Dive?
It's obvious that
Dive is called Dive
because he likes
to hang out in
Dives.
Maybe that third line isn't poetry
after all.
Following is the April 2012 Monthly Activity Report compiled by the TSA.
I appears that Fred Feely Fingers and his pals do a thorough job, I must say!
Those diligent and dedicated folks earn their pay according to this survey.
For your information, I hasten to report their detailed findings without delay!
They discovered eighty-seven transvestites - terrorists - zilch!
Three natural blondes were detected - terrorists - zilch!
Fifty-thousand breast implants - terrorists - zilch!
Over three thousand serious hemorrhoid cases - terrorists - zilch!
Nearly fourteen hundred hernias - terrorists - zilch!
Eight thousand enlarged prostates - terrorists - zilch!
Don't you feel safer flying the friendly skies having learned these facts?
Having had our physical exams we can now board with confidence and relax!
(Let's pray those guys won't be so obsessed with us dropping our slacks,
That they let guns and strange-looking drawers fall through the cracks!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
(To the tune of Winter Wonderland)
See the streets how they glisten.
Neon lights show what you're missin'
Don't you dare to stop at those ***** shops-
Walking on an L.A. boulevard.
See the girls that are a passin'.
Lots of thigh they be flashin';
Don't you dare reply when they catch your eye-
Walking on an L.A. boulevard.
Soon you'll be accosted by some strangers-
stranger than the creatures in a barn-
druggies, gangstas, beggars and transvestites.
Just show them your revolver and keep calm.
When you've reached your destination,
hope you're in another nation.
It won't be too long until we are ALL
walking on an L.A. boulevard.
For Debbie Guzzi's "Déjà vu Christmas Poetry Contest"
Let's bake in the infinite madness
as our craniums burst
as the smoke
is our oxygen
until our brains form cysts
that burst with molten lava
and virgins losing it in the grass
and congressmen
oil men
bankers
getting off with dollars
onto bone-skinny transvestites
until warm turns cold
and cold to nirvana
and all emotions
warp to primal state
and our reality tunnels
go 360 degrees
and we attain the life-force
of the grass and trees
as steel is death
and death is relative
as time is slow
as time is eternal
Simple luxuries
Small instances
push the world
Every year my town, Hoppaloggagayville hosts the Fall Festival of Sweet Transvestites.
It's a really fun time. Everyone comes to the Charlie Sheen Park to play games, eat
delicious food, see all the animals, and Have Gay Sex in the last of the transgendered
weather. My favorite booth is the one that serves fried **** on a stick!
This year, the Festival was extra special because there was a surprise guest; Dance Club
Massacre came to play on the Hoppaloggagayville Stage! It was the best concert ever. While
Dance Club Massacre played, We started a mosh pit while all the pussy jeffree star
wannabes sang along. All of the jeffree star wannabes got raped by Jeffrey Dahmer And we
continued to mosh. That was A great Festival!
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