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Yeah - 'cause cheating on thesis and dissertation writing is all about poetry. Ffs.
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My heart is bleeding out
so why not my blood? Would anyone notice just because it's red? I walk all around no one sees me taken for granted I give give give giving the wrong things I know that because they're not giving to me at least not what I want Can't do anything yet wish I was a macho man fuck them, I'm right, I'm the best their fucking fault, fuck them but I'm not I know deep down it's my fault I don't know what to do I want better I don't want to hurt I don't want to hurt them I don't want to lose them stuck |
I read that poem three times. That last stanza kinda kills me.
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They said I was completely soulless
I agreed, I openly confess As I laid me down to sleep I prayed the lord my soul to keep and he did |
Suddenly Friday
Is a fate not a goal Now time has become finite I want to press hold Stretch out the week, stretch each day, stretch each blink I have more to do So much more to fit in |
Bo dough scah deetun dottun Waddah Katchoo,
Iss biddely oaten doaten, Bo dough scah deetun dottun Waddah Katchoo |
Oh. That's not an original. My pop taught me that one
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That's, like, sort of what I learned, but not really. It was:
Bo-bo, skee watten-totten Eh-eh, eh eh boom-boom-boom Itty-bitty watten-totten bo-bo skee watten-totten Bo-bo, skee watten-totten boom Zoom. |
Then there was:
Crockadilly oombock Crock crock crock Dance to the chigger, chigger-chigger rock Fell-oh, fell-oh, fell-oh fell-oh fell-oh fell-OH hopscotch chigger MUSH. |
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Mairzee dotes
and dozee dotes and liddelams eedivee a kiddle eedivee too woodeyou |
This is starting to remind me of George Carlin's cheer:
Rat-shit, bat-shit, dirty old twat Sixty-nine assholes tied in a knot Hoo-ray, lizard-shit, fuck :lol2: |
Voyeur ~Gravdigr She thanked him and flirted With the UPS guy Then she took the package And she hurried back inside She was so happy... A new toy had arrived! When she opened the box She got such a surprise She gasped at its length, its width Its heft, its sheer size Pink, and double-headed It was bigger than most guys She was still,having trouble Believing her eyes With toy in hand "To the bedroom!" she cried The room was soon filled With her moans and her sighs As she writhed in bed With her new toy between her thighs... ...And the bear watched it all Through brown button eyes. |
I've had that line about the bear for a long, long time.
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Watching different things in various verses running through your head?
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