Different People
To one, I am him
A guy and a generic cis male
To another, I am zim
Me, and not a front to sale
To one, I act normal
Just any other guy
To another, I act abnormal
I act like me and not a societal passerby
To one, I like girls
Straight, cis boy
To another, I like some girls,
But more guys and others, in joy
To one, I am not me
To another, I am to be
Written on January 16, 2020
Assuring a zig-zagging zebra a zinc zim-bam-boo
without cash, is so brash! As then you will have to give two.
Insuring a zoo master a zebra might rim-ram-roo
Practically tantamount to mashing a crashing bamboo.
As if you need any more trouble, my quim-quam-quaroo.
On your dash I shall lash a mashed mangled measly mad macaroo.
A sillier more gnashy poem I could try to get you.
But first let me throw in some trash, and a rash for us two.
Optimistic as they are
Younger as they are
Wise as they are
They are Purethoughts Zimbabwe
Giving you poetry in every way
Driving stress out of your heads
And making you smile
In every kind of a way
We are Purethoughts Writers Zim
Haunted with pure thoughts
Not those bad ones
Knocking sense
Into your heads
Giving you poetry
With many themes
Some educative, motivational
And some on entertainment
Just to mention but a few
we are PurethoughtsZim
We have focus only
And we are optimistic
Hough we have a thin foundation
But as time progresses
It will get thicker
We are Purethoughts Writers Zimbabwe
for my beautiful Mary Kate
Bubble and double, trouble and toil;
Smell the kettle as it starts to boil.
Rack-ety frack-ety, goopity-goop;
The witch stirs in liver, a toad, and some poop!
Rock-ety pock-ety, zim zam zoom zot;
Eyeballs, spaghetti go into the pot.
Tweed-lee dum-did-dee bake me a cake;
In goes a waffle, a yoyo, a snake.
The brew's almost ready and soon we will see
What the final ingredient is going to be.
Abracadabra and bib-bi-di-boo,
The final ingredient is (he-he-he) YOU!
Zim, zim, zam, my pet lamb,
Chases me across the lawn,
Zim, zim, zam, my pet lamb,
Eight weeks since she was born.
Bip, bop, beep, my young sheep,
Munching on much green grass,
Bip bop, beep, my young sheep,
Growing bigger as weeks pass.
Baa, baa, baa, my woolly friend,
Is now a great big sheep,
Baa, baa, baa, now fully grown,
Enough to make you weep.
I am Dr. Mario and you bow down to me
Look at my convincing skinny body (with green pigment, claws and)
This is not a costume, I am so Italian
I will give you abortion and (I'll eat your babies at no extra charge!)
I am Dr. Mario and I will kill your wives
Come to me when you've been cut by lasers, I mean sharp knives
Brightly colored pills (TAKE THIS!)
Take until it kills (TAKE THAT!)
Just as long as you're ready to PAY! THE! BILLS! (HA!)
In-va-der Zim...de-stroys the world...
Death from above...truth has un-furled
Now you know my name! (WHAT?)
This is not a game! (WHY?)
All you filthy Earthling vermin ARE! THE! SAME! (HA!)
(Doomy doomy doomy doomy) X3
Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom
(Doomy doomy doomy doomy) X3
Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom
Wanna?
Know my?
Favorite?
Food?
Spa-ghet-ti is so good, dude
Hey LAdies!!!
Casanova's not who you think he is...
One simple google click
background check
will nullify his bliss.
There's much more to
the Man
the Myth
the Trick
A fake glitch
flash in the pan
don't make me beg
an' expose that pathetic man's
Cracker Jack Prozac plan
C'mon baby, phenol Barbie Doll
don't keep makin' same mistakes
believin' his B.S. trip and falls.
Manic Queen of depression,
leave old Papa Wheelie alone
his words are Romeo sweet
yet his lies are overgrown.
*credit artists Marilyn Manson, Twiggy Ramirez, and Zim Zum for
terms "Phenol Barbie Doll, Manic Queen of Depression"-- taken from
Song, "Mechanical Animals" off album "Mechanical Animals" by Marilyn
Manson Nothing/Interscope Records 1998
----Ad for a Siren----
job hunting siren
swims from cove to cove--
shark bosses need not apply
**Sept.16, 2010
Siren, send my check in the mail ;)
----Ad for a Siren 2----
tired of zim dollars,
siren's on the prowl~
oops wrong habitat
**King Triton must be**
thirty to forty-five--
loaded
with laughter ;)
must pass through
Sunlight first--
stingrays need not apply
Ms. Siren -- sorry no more ham sandwich, I ate it all,
sorry this is the best I could do on a full stomach *burp*
there was a young lad name of squee
whose friend was a teddy named shmee
his neighbor crazy
his mother was hazy
his father just hated that squee
there was a man named jhonny c.
who went on a murderous spree
he often spoke scary
and felt he should carry
the burden of befriending squee
zim is an "invader" from irk
whose completely obsessed with his work
he also is crazy
his robot is CRAZY
i'm happy it's back on t.v.
please don't sue me
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