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Justin Time Poem
I really am a golfer
And let me tell you why
Its only when I swing a club
I really feel alive
I really am a golfer
And take my driver out
I swing my club and hit the ball
As hard and I have might
I really and a golfer
My ball is in the rough
I swing my metal 3 real hard
To find the grass is tuff
I really am a golfer
My ball goes 50 ft.
It’s out the rough and in the sand
And buried very deep
I really am a golfer
I take my sand wedge out
I open up the face of it
And swing it with a clout
I really am a golfer
My ball is on the green
I swing the putter in an arc
With boggy on the seen
I really am a Golfer
My put goes 10ft past
I’m looking at a double
But the Green is just too fast
I really am a golfer
The balls beside the cup
I make it in the center
And my friends they call it luck
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I stand on the tee with the ball in my hand
And look at the green far away
I decide on an iron that slides from my bag
And set the ball on the Tee
I practice my swing till it feels kind of right
Then set my club to the ball
As I club head comes down and collides with the ball
I watch it fly through the air
I think it look good as it lands on the green
A little left of the hole
The slope of the green swings the ball to the right
As the ball gets close to the flag
The ball keeps on rolling across the green turf
As the ball approaches the hole
I stand there amazed as the ball disappears
As I look at the Green far away
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Oh give me a rope
With a noose that is loose
And i'll tie it up on a beam
Then give me a pill
That will give me a thrill
And i'll end it all on a high
Death Death is the way
For life is to sucky to play
So give me a gun
That is loaded for fun
And i'll blow my brains far away.
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Justin Time Poem
I Am a Big Fat Looser
Oh I am a big fat looser
I don’t deserve to live
I need someone to take a Gun
And shoot me till I’m dead
Yes I am a big fat looser
I really want to die
I’m looking for a violent guy
To shoot me in the eye
Oh I am a big fan looser
I really have to say
If this is life I realize
I hate it every day
Yes I am a big fat looser
And life is just the pits
I am a guy that wants to die
Not live another day
Oh I am a big fat looser
I really hate this life
If you the one don't have a gun
Then maybe use a knife
Yes I am a big fat doofus
I really have to say
If suicide is painless
Well then maybe that’s the way
Oh I am a big fat doofus
I live in misery
But I don’t have the courage
Or I’d blow myself away
I really am a doofus
I’ve one more thing to say
If anyone is listening
Then shoot me right away
So I can die today
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My best friend is a puppy
Who loves to be with me
He’s always giving kisses
While he's sitting on my knee
I love to take him Golfing
And watch him have such fun
As walking down the fairway
He’s always on the run
You get home in the evening
To see him jump for joy
His little tail a wagging
He brings to you his toy
Then life shows its true colors
It stabs you with a dart
It takes away your pride and joy
And kills your happy heart
Oh it’s not right to steal you Joy
To take away your boy
And leave you all the Grief and pain
And happiness destroyed
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I remember having a procedure done in hospital, and as I started to come out of unconsciousness, I found myself in a place of pure joy there is no way to describe it. Then reality struck, and the joy started to fade. The first conscious though went through my brain. “Crap I lived through it, I didn’t die ” I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time in unconsciousness. As I woke I found myself leaving the most wonderful place to return to the nightmare of life.
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There was a young girl who was shy
Until she found the right Guy
They started to date
Which sealed up her fate
On finding that she’d become late
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There was a young girl called Wendy
Who happened to be in a frenzy
She met a nice guy form Glenrothes High
Then lost him to Janet McKenzie.
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I saw her standing in the light
Her face a radiant glow
My heart it raced
Then skipped a beat
Her skin as white as snow
I went and said hello to her
And heard her voice sing out
My skin got tight
Then like a fright
My heart did faster go
Each time I got to meet her
Her inner beauty showed
I stood amazed
With heart rate raised
True love did start to grow
I met her on a bright clear day
The question of my life
I bent the knee
Then asked to see
If she would be my wife
Her eyes looked down and with a frown
She answered me that day
You are my friend
And not my love
I cannot marry thee
My heart was beating oh so fast
My face did beetroot glow
My heart in pain
It broke with strain
To end is pounding blows
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The dirt and stones around his feet
Encrust the child’s skin
With tears creating smears of pain
Upon his fragile chin
He looks and begs for scraps of food
From every passer by
But they don’t see the small still child
His hand a reaching cry
For those who do not hear this child
They stride along life’s path
Their souls encrust the dirt and stones
With hearts that seek life’s wrath
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