Poetry sharing

[Panther]

I write allot of good poetry that wrk hard on and I want to publish it one day , but I also write these lame poems sorta off the top of my head that I thought I would share .

These were written yesterday while I was at work, hopefuly others will share their poetry even if its lame or dosent make sense, fun fun fun fun, so much depression time for some fun.

 

 

Rothichild Is The Original RAG

 

A sparrow of the night?

shut the fuck up!!

Henry Kissenger is a slut!!!

if Shakespere is perfection

then I am for certain, the dud

 

It hides beneath the rhythme

the devils beat and such the devils rhyme

all this color is ungodly, these eyes have kept us blind

our definition of the holy has been reduced to slime

Bill Gates is a winner , he is a billionare!!!

he loaths both you and eye

 

In this its clear there is none to do

but to let salvation drool,

as it falls from an unknown sky

and washes you brand new

 

Rothchild is the original RAG

he fears a heroes wife

he spends his days rapping the sun

then sticks his dick in ice

 

Hidden within a peasent rock

me, my kids, our life

waiting for the rulers drum

to turn the wind to knife

 

"CUT THE BULLSHIT"

 

 

 

There Are No Fat Kids

 

Is the spirit of my lepracy not worth your dancing shoes?

for I have chose alive today

my always, our secret, your bruise

 

For certain the hours are never the plate

instead they are the food

the fat kid churns this ice to dust

and fears recycled moons

 

No I will not fear such words

father time or brother gloom

instead I fall out of mother cunt

and recite my creed

the end is always new

 

There are no fat kids that is now clear

just those stood unalike

so if your past is liqiud steam

then your future is fresh ice

 

So do you dream or do you wait

at work, surley, you watch the clock

remeber you are Gore Vidal

before you die from shock!!!!

 

 

Creamy Aliens

 

I had a dream that us humans were wiped out clean

by a race with cream for brains

OH HOW INSANE!!

 

They made a pact, to erase the human facts

our entire history

from warhol to J.C

 

They belive in religion of the sand

they ingnore the sky to worship the land

OH HOW BLAND!!

 

Im so afraid

the last human alive

Im hidiing in the skies

I stoll one of their donut ships

after I killed a creamy bitch

 

So should I fight, for eath and make a stand?

or explore some foreign land?

this is the question thats at hand

I WILL EXPLORE!!!

Im not attached to earth no more

I don't care about out sun

the galaxies are fun

I am alone

 

This is just a dream, as real as it seems

a brain can't be made from cream

its juts a dream

 

everywhere, things, other things

many stuff and other stuff

WHAT THE FUCK?

[JUDE]

WHAT THE FUCK?

[Panther]

I knew that would be the first reply, thats awesome, thank you

[explodo]

I call this one "The Coming Depression"

 

This doesn

[Panther]

I call this one "The Coming Depression"

 

 

 

Another. Untitled:

 

I like that

[explodo]

I like that

I thought you might, sweet cheeks.

[caliber66]

"GRAMTHER"

 

A lot = many

Allot = to apportion or distribute