I’m glad I don’t have A vagina It seems like a ton Of work If you don’t clean It regularly it Stinks Once a month it Bleeds everywhere And you need to Pack it with Cotton There’s always some Asshole trying To cum in it And if the wrong Asshole cums in it you got [...]
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I turned on the news today and… Nothing wrong Happened In the world No wars were raged All the peoples Bellies’ were full No one slept On the street While hands shook across the Middle East Africa got the cure The sun shined on Japan A crystal clear Gulf Coast Jobs for Detroit Water [...]
Just brush it off. 9 times out of ten people who hate on yr shit are jealous fucks. and not just that but seedy characterizations of yr alter ego, or a cheesy imitation of yr altered persona or a handicapped, abridged version of yr altered perception of the truth. Yes, I’m speaking of mr. and [...]
495 to good ol 93 Take you down route 1 to a place where Green Monsters wear Red Sox & a Yawkey Way where Tobin & Gravel yards shake where pizza and blowjobs are cheap take you on a tour with no duck boat DUCK BRO look out you ain’t from around here are youz [...]
Belly up at the bar No tears in your cup Probably staring At a television set some drunk slobbering Your ear full of drunken Spittle All because you Made the mistake Of saying I’m a writer Yr. A fahkin writer Ya know I got a fahkin great story For you to write Really have I [...]
Ode TO The Pole Spinners- Edaurdo Jones- Christian Alvarez colab
Posted: December 23, 2010 in PoetryTags: Bubblegum, christmas, Confectionery, Food, Gum, Recreation, shopping, stripper, Vodka
Pretty little greed machine Stiletto heeled heart stomper pole spinner with an ass that danced across a thousand laps she smells like bubble gum and cash no tip no strip tastes like vodka and valium fold those dollars next up on the main stage we got… she used to go by sunshine 3 years back [...]
Seconds
Posted: October 12, 2010 in PoetryTags: Health care, Interstitial cystitis, Oceania, United States, Urinal (restroom), Urinary incontinence, Urination, Vaseline
One track gold mind Pissing in the urinal of Time Stones throw from eternity Biting winter cold Basking in the sunshine of infinity Dip my toes in the sea of tranquility Watching waves of euphoria Breaking on the coast of Karma Voice less pain dances on a razors edge true love pledged signed [...]
ODE to Bukowski
Posted: October 12, 2010 in PoetryTags: Arts, Business, GOD, Kitchenware, Minnie Mouse, Recreation, shopping, Spoons
Fuck Americana you can buy her dripping open ghastly Cunt
