YOU REALLY HAVE TO WATCH
to feel what I experience- Jimmy and Janny
In All enlight-ment, and awareness of fun..
I have spent three days in all countries on all poetry sites, and OP's
crown, but Op is loosing citizens, and there are sources trip wiring,
(I have my sources of trojans, and funk) on all sites.
Why we eat beans, and foreclose our homes, when these folks
Are getting it all, GOLDEN BONES....
I am throwing a ball, can you catch?
Is OUR Gas Money for a Poetry Game Show, Maybe/Talvez?
They blocked this one: A must see, Right Click it into a new window:
Do the Math. Im a Poet, not a mathimeticratical, lol- Fumes,
lets drink-lets swim-
I' am for the youth, but the youth are forced to be radical over the rich-
and fight for the radical rich-
Lets's war in words....I'am sick of the rich running game on POETS.
Are you a DUCK?
I must be.........not, because I can walk for miles
Believe that…
Sins in Comedy May Not Be a Tragedy
Deaf to traffic, Blind to Static
I ‘m a rope-less, dope-less romantic
Reality Pinching crush- a lobster
I’m a flying eroticopter
Khlouds, khlouds
Making the winds loud,
Laughing out loud
I went e-surfing to arabia
Bent out on heaven trivia
My Queen loves her Mickey Mouse rob
I can shove a flute through a cobra’s nose
Look at the them flatn’ the floor
The new mop and glo- formula for-?
I’m an American Mother Sinner
Doh, I’m not no beginner,
swole
Gimme what you got, wax toe gold
I frack’n love it, let’s all have a harem foe
Cume+, on a website, and leak a dream
Der this and Der that, this's poetry not rap Kareem
El English like Oaks, Tennessee sap
Smokey, smokey bit of jokey
Just look around there's all sorts of traps
Like I said what’s up with these gaps
Ever long, ever living laughter
Find your own crown longing rafter
The cry, kneel to the vagina
And die to the dollar of china
History is just, lusting sick
Kissame on i Florida, d'ck
Lap it up, diddles, spittle’s and bits
Sins in comedy we’re made from spit
Spit, spatical, f'ck a radical
You're my comedy tragical'
puff, magical!!!!
So you say what you say, but put it in poet form as well..
Swim in the creek with me…
Before the poetic youth starve like you and me….
Premonition Bonuses for Thought:
Song Lyrics but this song was published before 9-11
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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
My horse is a shackled old man
His, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey
the skies, right before
right before they went grey
my horse and my remorse
flying over our great bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
My source, is the source of all creation
Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey
The skies, right before
Right before they go grey
My source, and my remorse
Flying over our great bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
There is a pop quiz for you Americans on/in the video you have to click for?
When the waters get rapid pick up the pace!!!
So glap your glands for all glam...of gume
Last edited by WordSlinger 11-19-2010 at 01:07:28 AM
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.