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TA Official Poetry Thread (pg. 6)
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| Silky Johnson |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vivid Boy
welfare welfare
where is my food stamp
i had to give it the mrs that dirty in tramp
i decided to her with no rubber
and now shes my baby's mother
o whats a brother to do, im stuck with no job and a fat slut
these words i leave to all of u, next time just stick it in her butt |
Up the bum no babies
It's not much worse than rabies
It hurts a bit a first
But it satisfies the thirst |
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| Vivid Boy |
| quote: | Originally posted by Sunsnail
I was sudden shot
I looked up
and it was poo dot |
poo dot
rudolph
whatever u want to call me
im still the man, with the crazy plan with one hand on my pastromi
girls they used to love me,
screaming fans they used to hug me
groupies use to tug me cause my posts were so in funny
now i got a gf all of this has come to an end
i wish i could be friends again but im now known as poo dot :( |
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| Aiwendil |
Now listen up kids I have some advice
Given to me by a wise old man
Not how to cook rice or get rid of lice
But try it, I know you can
I heard the best way to cure strep throat
Is to drink some methanol
On the technicalities you must not dote
Don't worry it won't hurt at all
It might taste bitter and maybe repulsive
Yet that is a small price to pay
For a pain-free throat that is nonconvulsive
And able to sing loud all day
If you survive until you sleep
Take care of your three meals on time
'Cause later that night you will weep
When your intestines turn into grime
Your parents will wake up to find you dead
Lying there peaceful and drear
They'll lift up your blanket to cover your head
But at least your throat will be clear! |
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| Vivid Boy |
u got nice feet by Vivid BOy
u got nice feet
from ur toes to ur instep i really like ur feet
so tender so lucious so beautiful and PETITE
so wrap ur toes around my Johnsson its time to beat my meat |
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| Silky Johnson |
| quote: | Originally posted by Aiwendil
Now listen up kids I have some advice
Given to me by a wise old man
Not how to cook rice or get rid of lice
But try it, I know you can
I heard the best way to cure strep throat
Is to drink some methanol
On the technicalities you must not dote
Don't worry it won't hurt at all
It might taste bitter and maybe repulsive
Yet that is a small price to pay
For a pain-free throat that is nonconvulsive
And able to sing loud all day
If you survive until you sleep
Take care of your three meals on time
'Cause later that night you will weep
When your intestines turn into grime
Your parents will wake up to find you dead
Lying there peaceful and drear
They'll lift up your blanket to cover your head
But at least your throat will be clear! |
Hahah...I've never read any of Shel Silverstein's adult works, but I'm sure if he wrote poems for adults, they'd sound a lot like this. |
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| naesean3 |
'You think you're being kissed
But I'm talking to you
My lips are mouthing words
Not slipping, meaning nothing
In truth I want you to hear
Stuff that isn't spoken
It's needless anyway
If you know what to make of my
Kissing, breathing sighs'
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The Ideal
Being with someone I love
And being so completely comfortable
That I can be myself with them
We can be alone
But have the company of each other together
The Reality
Being with somebody
Possibly a lover or a friend
Not even thinking of someone else
But feeling lonely in their arms
Feeling separate and not together with them
And putting up with this
- Aiden Shaw
:D |
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| Vivid Boy |
when i was single i would mingle nearly
everyday and make girls eat my dingleberries
at first the girls would giggle barely,but as things progressed it turned a lil scary
they would pick and eat and eat and eat em
but i guess im in the wrong cause id feed em
brown their lips
when they went down my dick
i would em and leave em
but now i have noone left to eat my poo
and its really a meal for too |
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| Sunsnail |
roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you |
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| Silky Johnson |
Roses are red
I have to take a dump |
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| Aiwendil |
My passion for music burns like a fire
It steams like a fresh-laid poop
Molten with glowing red ire
As it sits there on the front stoop
I should teach my cat to go in his box
I don't know what he was thinking
He's twice as dumb as Carl Cox
And now my front porch is stinking
Listening to music can teach you things
Classical makes you smart
Like Red Bull it can give you wings
Techno makes you fart
That's why when I listen to Carl Craig
His Detroit influence abound
I suddenly smell a rotten egg
And nobody stays around
Well i'm fresh out.  |
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| Silky Johnson |
Violets are blue
Who farted? |
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| Ygrene |
| quote: | Originally posted by jennypie
Violets are blue
Who farted? |
hi there!
*cuts the trail* |
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