sexually frustrated is a punk,
smells like a skunk,
with no slam dunk,
what a chump,
on the head is a bump,
he is a lump
by Anonymous Poet
crows and a vulture
sharing same squirrel, maybe we
can all get along
by onjaysun (symbolism?...schmymbolism!)
so i returned from
new orleans...jazz fest, there's
no words for it all.....
except....fuck off moxie!
by k
Nearly seven years -
I certainly deserve this,
but this can't go on...
by R. of PT
That shouldn't take so long...
One year became three, then six -
Please, please, have this stop!
by R. of PT
I'll rephrase it here:
how long can this mad story
keep go on like this?
by R. of PT
Ten years old is fun,
then twenty, thirty, forty.
What does happen then?
by R. of PT
If everyone knew
about the drinking and the sex
they
by William Nippress
Ich habe den Affe
Und es ist schneller als dich
Aber nicht so gro
by A Student of Linford Christie ist nicht so schnell wie meinen Affe
Entschldigung aber das ist Schei
by A Student of That makes more sense
Ich bin ein Student
Aber ich studiert?
Nein, Ich trinke gern
by A Student of At least I can get back into the first year next year
If non of this lot
appeals you had better keep
studying ASS OFF
by William Nippress
Or better still join
a church and become an new
age evangelist
by William Nippress
You don
by William Nippress
Be smart marry a
rich girl and become a sponge
off her family
by William Nippress
Give all up have some
fun, that
by William Nippress
But it
by William Nippress
Study brings its own
Rewards, bad breath, hair loss
and a job you hate
by William Nippress
Time ticks by and wham!
Suddenly you are sixty
Where the hell life gone?
by William Nippress
damn i spoke to soon
it's all good i'm buying time
instead of working...
by tiger of vegas
wow hey look at that
all were written on the odd
just like i like it!!!
by tiger of vegas
Hot Hot Heat rock on
oh who left the door unlocked
she's not a secret.
by tiger of vegas
a test tomorrow
i'm studying with the moon
and drinking V8!
by tiger of vegas
finished my paper
now on to the next hell hole
critical thinking...
by tiger of vegas
damn that sigmund freud
he sure smoked to much cocaine
had sex on the brain.
by tiger of vegas
first we're the people
our parents warned us about
then we're our parents
by ash
swinging pendulum
the neverending tick tock
till death do i part
by sexually frustrated
boundaries are blurred
where does a mirror finish
which object is real
by ash
a closet dweller
or a fucked up psychopath
how are we alike
by sexually frustrated
we are each other
so i could hardly hate you
although i could try
by ash
i'm in the closet
sexual ambivalence
makes hostile haiku
by sexually frustrated
when you do your thing
you're making fun of my thing
also vice versa
by sexually frustrated
you control meter
making geriatric poems
where's your blood and guts
by sexually frustrated
i am a mirror
reflections of other lives
and none of my own
by ash
get your own thing
plenty of mine to go round
here, take some, with love
by ash
you may do my thing
although you are redundant
i can do my thing
by ash
my thoughts on arseholes ?
i don't have a policy
each case on merit
by ash
i can do your thing
more powerfully than you can
but there's still JV
by sexually frustrated
iambic asshole
if you can't have stress unstress
you might as well die
by sexually frustrated
look at my rhythm
so mellifluous and smooth
but emptiness reigns
by sexually frustrated
like a worn out shell
using form without content
go sell insurance
by sexually frustrated
what graceful haiku
but it signifies nothing
poop has more meaning
by sexually frustrated (i am your muse, aren't you ashamed?)
metaphor a day
we spent the night together
well well well well well
by ash
i am contrary
i am most disappointed
nobody loves me
by ash
though you dis my style
jealous that you haven't one
keep working at it
by ash
whatever you say
i enjoy good company
and variety
by ash
i am not myself
i wish my dick was bigger
i pretend i don't
by ash (and now?)
i am middle aged
my sad life has been wasted
oh well, i'll die soon
by ash (who am i now?)
Gypsy like thoughts tempt
Our hero to steal again
Non-original!
by William Nippress
Laboriously
one finger taps on the keys
brutal dim thoughts flow
by William Nippress
