I'll keep right on writing while I smoke the joint.
I'd stop for a moment but what is the point?
joint in my left, pen in my right,
burning a hole in another night.
can't think of...
I'm not a winter lover;
I usually run for cover,
and, like a bear,
I stay right there
until the winter is over.
what makes you think I'm nice?
why would you want my advice?
I'm just like you,
got problems, too,
that I don't even think about twice.
once again, Ma, here am I,
crouched beneath foreign sky,
fighting for...I don't know,
it's a politician's show.
in a place I don't want to die.
in moments of distress...
a crafty young writer named Wiley
started living out the Life of Riley;
when the royalties dried
he just sat an cried,
but collectors just eyed the man slyly.
these lines come to me automatic,
without hum and also no static;
my kitty dictates,
tells stories, relates,
and so you might say they're psychatic.
I sit here...
it isn't always easy to write.
I do most of my writing at night;
it won't always go
the way you would flow,
but that's what makes a fair fight.
there are those who have called my lazy,
and my mind's just a little bit hazy,
but I'm writing all night,
from evening 'til light;
these limericks are driving me crazy.
yes, I'm having fun writing limericks,
but this one is for the dumb crittericks
who must criticize
all that passes their eyes.
I like to call them limp prickericks.
I am here in ep because I just wanted to write something which others can read whenever they felt of reading it.Before sometime I was sending text to almost all the female who were...
this notebook is filling up fast,
and I'm still having a blast
writing my rhymes,
like I did in old times,
and I hope that this won't be the last.
sometimes the language is rough...
the limits of my writing
are not very exciting,
but I try,
with my eyes,
to make them somewhat inviting.
women from my building like to sunbathe by the pool,
and guys like me with balconies just stay up there and drool;
when I finally took pride
for a ride to poolside,
I started to...
a fantastic young filly named Flo
was always ready to go;
she said she liked older
and bigger and bolder,
and anyone who could take it real slow.
you can see what...
I don't think that I can endure
to drink a beer like Simon Pure;
a brew such as this
tastes just like warm p***,
though how I could know, I'm not sure.
I dont know what would happen if I had to say goodbye for real, everytime he leaves it's like I feel
incomplete in so many ways, the deficiency tears through my soul like he was a...
there once was a man from Winnipeg,
who ate like he had a hollow leg;
at meals he couldn't stop,
he piled more and more on top;
when he died he looked like a huge egg.
Here's a link to a website that I recently joined for those people who a looking for a place to write stories without a lot of restrictions (like Lunaesence)
I know some young girls in the trade;
some worked for pimps, less likely paid.
one called me Honey,
still wanted her money,
and one did me just 'cause she liked to get laid.
I am a book worm at one time and now I find it hard to move even 2 pages.
To me sometimes when you know what you are good at and how it can be applied to other areas then the...
The Man Around the Bend
the man who came around the bend
said, "I am glad to see you, friend;
my way's been hard,
and I've been scarred,
so on your kindness I depend.
"I will not...
Billy and Scott
the real life of Billy was fraught
with secrets his parents knew not;
they had some suspicion,
but made no decision
until Billy got married to Scott.
the man in the mirror looks nothing like me;
he's older and heavier, anyone can see.
and where is his hair?
it used to be there.
we'll take the mirror back, on our...
Mike and Slim
there once was a man, Dirty Slim,
who was known for his vigor and vim;
he was said to be quick
with a shiv he could stick
in your eye before you saw him.
Louie the Leopard
we called him Louie the Leopard because he had spots,
giant freckles all over his face like leopard dots.
we teased him when he was a kid,
much like every kid...
there's nothing so simple to me
than the human desire to be free,
so what's all this killing
and ancient blood-spilling
from those who refuse to let be.
it's not like it's...
Just You and I
no one awake, just you and I,
you looking at me, kinda sly;
let's snuggle up to keep warm,
it can't do any harm.
you know I'm not like other guys.
my word of honor...
I just like to let it all flow.
like you, I'll see where it goes;
crap to the dump,
or a kick to the rump;
and sometimes it makes my face glow.
This is a poem I wrote about someone I thought I loved
Chocolate brown eyes, Who melt her heart away. A smile so bright, Fools her to think he is...
Anxiety takes over
She tries to speak up but she loses her words like a baby loses her toy.
Room spinning around like a merry go around, as she nervously holds the heavy paper in...
oh what a nuisance was Wee Willy Wilde,
he'd been devil's spawn since barely a child.
most everyone hated him,
then they debated him.
maybe Wee Willy had best be exiled.
Royal in Paris
when the royal 'we' is applied, not by me,
I wonder how royal that that 'we' could be.
so many 'we's there are
that no 'we's a star.
so we think that 'we' should be...