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Kate Moore Poem
Black and white, in a line
Some are heavy, some are fine
Changing, creeping, cunning
Smoothly, quickly, running
Some are found, some are not
Isn't safe- destroy the lot
Poem written about a manual DOS scan to find Trojan virus ;)
My brain is literally just full of poetry. I mean who the hell writes a poem about a Trojan while their computer is scanning?? Me.
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Kate Moore Poem
Grenade (The McDonald's Version)
-Please note some things/words may not make sense to somebody who has not worked at McDonald's :)
Dump dump dump and salt, that is all I do
Fill the fry hopper and make salty fries for you
Should of known you was trouble when the fries were up
Had the salt shaker open, why was it open?
Gave you all my fries and you tossed them in the bag
You tossed them in the bag, you did
To give me all your thanks, is all I ever asked
Coz what you don't understand is
CHORUS
I catch a french fry for you
Burn myself in the eye for you
I'd throw myself in the vat for you
You know I'd even get fat for you
I would go through all this pain
Put a deli knife through my brain
Yes I would fry for you baby
But you won't do the same
No, no, no, no
Gold, gold, gold and crisp, make them till I'm numb
To the spot-sweep I said hey, where the **** did you come from
Mad worker, bad worker, that's just what you are, yeah
You'll smile in my face then dob me in for my car
Gave you all my fries and you tossed them in the bag
You tossed them in the bag, you did
To give me all your thanks, is all I ever asked
Coz what you don't understand is
CHORUS
I catch a french fry for you
Burn myself in the eye for you
I'd throw myself in the vat for you
You know I'd even get fat for you
I would go through all this pain
Put a deli knife through my brain
Yes I would fry for you baby
But you won't do the same
No, no, no, no
If the vat was on fire
Ooh, you'd watch it burn down in flames
You said you loved fries, you're a liar
Coz you never, ever, ever did baby
CHORUS
But darling I''d still catch a french fry for you
Burn myself in the eye for you
I'd throw myself in the vat for you
You know I'd even get fat for you
I would go through all this pain
Put a deli knife through my brain
Yes I would fry for you baby
But you won't do the same
No, no, no, no
No, you won't do the same
You wouldn't do the same
Ooh, you never do the same
No, no, no, no
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Kate Moore Poem
He stays smooth and strong for me to mingle
Though not quite enough to have a mere single
Sexy, dark, handsome and short
In his sweetness I find I am caught
I look over at the white's and I cringe
It has to be black if I'm going to binge
So I put him in my mouth and I swallow
And with that, I hope more of him will follow
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Kate Moore Poem
When I wake up
You are on my mind
As many of you as there is
A good you is hard to find
Sometimes you are cold
And sometimes you are weak
But often you are warm
Strong and at your peak
Sometimes you look large
And sometimes you look small
But often you're the perfect size
Not too short, and not too tall
Your scent is sexy, oh so rich
I could smell you all damn night
But instead I will just taste you
And you'll fill me up just right ;)
Love you forever coffee :) xx
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Kate Moore Poem
The burning, it cremates my chances
A raging fire- it jumps, it dances
Lighting new paths then turning them to ash
Sweeping up the future to mix them with the trash
Destroying my organs, ripping through their being
Tearing my faith and preventing hope from seeing
I promise one day I will put out the flame
For the ignition, I'm the only one to blame
I want to strike the match in a different place
I crave its full effects and not a mere trace
I need it, and want it to show on my face
Happiness should be here, and I'm so sick of the chase
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Kate Moore Poem
Bed
Is what
Makes right
My head
If I
Could spend
From start
To end
My days
Undercover
My sleep
My lover
I'd rest
The night
I'd be
Just right
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Kate Moore Poem
The world is a bee that stings
Sometimes you need to be poisoned
To know what you are capable of surviving
Sometimes survival is the purpose
And the achievement
Passion may find you in this maze of life
And for it, you are privileged
It may come to you in any form
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee
The notes of a magical song
The promise of a place unknown
It may come from inside you
A deep love for someone, or something or somewhere
An unspeakable connection
Weaving dominently throughout your soul
A fascination with existence
And a ravenous thirst for knowledge
Don't be afraid of the bee
It's the sting that makes you stronger
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Kate Moore Poem
You think the glass is empty?
You're wrong
I harbour all the empty in the world
And so this glass, this room, this place cannot be empty
Because I am
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Kate Moore Poem
I fall through the carpet
I fall through the doors
I fall through the pavement
I fall through the walls
I fall through the air
I fall through the grass
I fall through the tiles
I fall through the glass
I fall through your touch
I fall through your eyes
I fall through your words
I fall through your lies
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Days pass too quickly
But not when I'm with you
The hands of time are frozen
And that's all they will do
I don't know why the others
Choose to see the clock
For time does not exist between
A pair of lovers locked
As I hold you to my lips
I feel my world suspended
I do not wear a watch
To tell me time has ended
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