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Trojan Horse

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.

Copyright © Kate Moore | Year Posted 2011



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Grenade- Bruno Mars Parody-The Macca's Version

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

Copyright © Kate Moore | Year Posted 2011

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Jack Daniels

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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I Could Smell You All Damn Night

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

Copyright © Kate Moore | Year Posted 2011

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Bed Is What, Makes Right My Head

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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Internal Cremation

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

Copyright © Kate Moore | Year Posted 2011

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Hologram

I see him on the park bench, his red soccer shirt

No pain, no anguish and no deadly hurt

He flickers like a hologram, finishing its show

Clouds emerge above him, shadowing his glow

I run across to meet him, my footsteps have no sound

Before I stop he disappears, he's nowhere to be found

Copyright © Kate Moore | Year Posted 2011

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You Think This Glass Is Empty- You'Re Wrong

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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Other Half of Me

This time I think I'm ready

For you to leave my heart

Although it's never pleasant

To have it ripped apart

It's not my soul's mystery

Just a sad repeat of history

What I want for me is simple

I want to break free

But in doing so I need to find

The other half of me

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I Fall Through Your Lies

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

Copyright © Kate Moore | Year Posted 2011

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