A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

film's on in the background... yeah, love his writing, got no time for the character. so many gifted, talented, wonderful people destroy themselves - but it's what they do to others, so selfishly. get people to love them then make them watch this self-destruction.
I knew I was going about it the wrong way.
 
I knew I was going about it the wrong way.
:rolleyes: :kiss:

Write like a monkey, get monkey nuts.

Are nuts currency in this bar?

thought you might need a little extra for when you encounter those stiff vaginas :eek:

*looks around*
might well be, given the patronage. still, look on the bright side - you got paid for a poem! makes you a professional, no?

:devil:

k, work's callin'.
 
I should start a thread called "LIFE SUCKS" as a counterpoint to "life is beautiful". :rolleyes:
 
Now you tell me >link to be added later< I'm drinking coffee, buy you one?
..
you're looking good; is that a new wig?

eta: great link, Perhaps a good candidate for links to keep you from going crazy
actually I just got one. I posted it for Ash. He wanted to know how Aryans live. Now he knows, Bollywood but black and white, and they don't dance as well.
 

Time doesn't stop

partial lyrics translation:

I fire against the sun
I'm strong, I'm casual
My machine-gun filled with griefs
I'm just some guy
Tired of running
In the wrong direction
Without finish line or kiss to hope for
I'm just another guy

But if you think
I've been defeated
Know that the dice still roll
Because time doesn't stop

Day in, day out
I keep surviving without a scratch
From the charity of those who detest me

Your pool is filled with rats
Your ideas do not correspond to facts
Time doesn't stop

I see future repeat the past
I see a museum of great news
Time doesn't stop
It never stops
 
I should start a thread called "LIFE SUCKS" as a counterpoint to "life is beautiful". :rolleyes:

Au contraire mon frere! You could have this kind of day....

A Pine Box Story

A metal rock hit his face with a rush
They pistol-whipped him, shot him with his Dutch
He lost all his trust
Smoking Dutch, choking in his lust
Living out his lies, so one day he stole a pair of nuts
Tried to go hard, that’s the wrong song
He should’ve just jetted, Moet in his mind up was wrong
He could’ve made it but he waited, hesitated
Laying on a bitch, they caught him right in front of his Moms
They did him extra dirty, stripped him, tied his hands to his Vans
Them old school boys left a victim
His blooded waist, broken arm, cut him in his face
I heard the chants, he don’t deserve life, let him lamp
Choking him, poking him, hitting him with all kinds of knobs
Left him soaking, blood all in his mouth
He was out, they broke him up, knocked him out
Three times then threw him in a slouch
They took his sneakers and his beeper
Where’s Theresa? Snatched the reefer
That bitch is next, catch you on the sequel
Swollen eyes, his face was pulverized
Trying to be a hustler, two ounces he want to mobilize
Dumb dummy, no team, he barely had money
Flying around, old ass Jag, buying blow from me
Ski mask robbing, jean wearing ho sweetass
 
Au contraire mon frere! You could have this kind of day....

A Pine Box Story

A metal rock hit his face with a rush
They pistol-whipped him, shot him with his Dutch
He lost all his trust
Smoking Dutch, choking in his lust
Living out his lies, so one day he stole a pair of nuts
Tried to go hard, that’s the wrong song
He should’ve just jetted, Moet in his mind up was wrong
He could’ve made it but he waited, hesitated
Laying on a bitch, they caught him right in front of his Moms
They did him extra dirty, stripped him, tied his hands to his Vans
Them old school boys left a victim
His blooded waist, broken arm, cut him in his face
I heard the chants, he don’t deserve life, let him lamp
Choking him, poking him, hitting him with all kinds of knobs
Left him soaking, blood all in his mouth
He was out, they broke him up, knocked him out
Three times then threw him in a slouch
They took his sneakers and his beeper
Where’s Theresa? Snatched the reefer
That bitch is next, catch you on the sequel
Swollen eyes, his face was pulverized
Trying to be a hustler, two ounces he want to mobilize
Dumb dummy, no team, he barely had money
Flying around, old ass Jag, buying blow from me
Ski mask robbing, jean wearing ho sweetass

Sounds like a pretty standard day
 
I think everyone is still smoking cigarettes after bogus's last couple of poems :)

heh, and your natural modesty means you neglect to mention those lst you posted... :devil:

i don't even smoke but .... yanno *warm weather we're having lately, innit?*

:p
 
heh, and your natural modesty means you neglect to mention those lst you posted... :devil:

i don't even smoke but .... yanno *warm weather we're having lately, innit?*

:p

*looks into the screen* You ever come in on the middle of a conversation an think what? cold beer n some nachos if anybody's serving
 
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