Dirtied Hands

[Marshal Banana]

Sir,
could I bother you
for just a bit
The african
called the kettle black
behind his back
while i ate a snack
DID YOU HEAR ME?!
I hope you did
Or else I drop the lid
You didnT
u have corn in your ears
DID YOU SEE ME?
Black pudding...
or is it chocolate?
apple juice...
ApPle jUIce...
*gurgle*.... sorry
just thought about
cream soda
Im doomed
Chimney cleaning
is my job...
...
sir...
Official mustache comber
OMG
Cream Soda is an acronym
C - Crusty
R - Rusty
E - Eatery
A - At
M - My
S - Son's
O - Opposite
D - DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL YOU
A - ARSETERDS
but that's okay....
'cause I like to play
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You have been rebellious against the Lord from the day that I knew you. And i turned and came down from the mountain and put the tables in the arc which i made, from there have journeyed Gudgodah and then to Jotbathah a land of brooks and i took your sin, the calf which you had made, and burned with fire and crushed it, grinding it very small, until it was finest dust. And the Lord was very angry with Aaron, angry enough to have destroyed him, and i prayed for him, and i prayed for Aaron at the same time. Yet they are your people and your inheritance whom you brought out by your almighty power and your outstretched arm. And the lord said to me, arise, journey on before the people and they may go in and possess the land in which i swore to their fathers to give them. And what he did to you in the wilderness until you came to this place.

 

[Guido]

Now these are truely the words of a wise man. I must hand it to you, you sure know how to swoon a woman. I have two of them right here enjoying a glass of wine and they could not get enough of this delightful poem. Perhaps you may teach me how to use the tongue in such fashion. Until then, keep up the good work.

 

[Bleed for the cure]

Aye, I see it now! The metaphor you have proposed before us! Don't you all peer deeper into his words? It is obvious, isn't it? He stabs himself, deep, and the wounds open... flowing into them is the perpetual fear of anxiety and lost contemplation. Contiously, he finds himself quiescent by the worlds torn by races, and so he seeks for the cure... bleed it for him. Bleed it for him. Here, you can have mine own blood...
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It's like this... kill me and I die... kill me and I smile... will you kill me now?

 

[Biclops]

Son, I do believe that you must be wearing a pair of my patented kooky spex. Unlike most of the youngsters here, you seem to take a good approach on life, and I admire that, it is a sign of good vision. Keep up the good work!

 

[Demissio]

Stop with your super spex and your flaigen floagens and most of all your horse mendelators. Do you hear me ok mister?

 

[dragonfog019]

wow, i really like this poem. the way it's kinda random sounding, but has a flow to it...
nice work.

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~poe
"not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night."

 

[Marshal Banana]

hi, i jus want 2 say 2 things alright misses?
1. I HAVE BOOBIES IN MY SUBJECT HAHAHAHA but i dont haf boobies in real life, so i m not advertising
2. please respond 2 my poem cuz i werk hard on it n my daddy says i m retard n i cant do anything rite

 

[thoughtbow]

Your post reminded me of my daughter back in England, she joined the Navy at an early age, said the thought rushes were good for her pores. Wathced the sea arc off into an industrial sunrise, looked great from our local golf course..