aight this next poem is a freestyle Join in when you feel the groov
                                                                  ever
oh by the ways this poem is a freestyle by charlie epstein high on the gree     
n est of a few eggs the slimy eggs of doves and a parakeet in the korne
r oastin a turkey These birds in my gree nest eat fuckin turkies. impres

Sed.ating a carrot on the operating table its a fucking emergency PANI
Charlie was sedated under morphine at the age of                  . . .well he was young then


ok! new poem free Z t    y        l e  i love girls they make me so happy
                                                     i like boys they make me happy too
its always love with every wo-man looking female
i be all in a huff when they leave me done leave me please dont you see im begging
DONT BEG! BE A FUCKIN man! (im feeling pretty small right now) dont you push down on me too hard its too hard being alone
STOP BITCHING! YOU’LL BE fFFUCKIN FINE!    . ..   . .new poem

m     e           l                                   o                          l         o    w.
h      e                l                                        o l                               o.        
*New poem.
Artist: The Beatles
Ticket To Ride Lyrics
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I think I'm gonna be sad,
I think it's today, yeah.
The girl that's driving me mad
Is going away.

She's got a ticket to ri-hide,
She's got a ticket to ri-hi-hide,
She's got a ticket to ride,
But she don't care.

She said that living with me
Was bringing her down yeah.
She would never be free
When I was around.

She's got a ticket to ri-hide,
She's got a ticket to ri-hi-hide,
She's got a ticket to ride,
But she don't care.

I don't know why she ridin' so high,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.
Before she gets to saying goodbye,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.

I think I'm gonna be sad,
I think it's today yeah.
The girl that's driving me mad
Is going away, yeah.

Ah, she's got a ticket to ri-hide,
She's got a ticket to ri-hi-hide,
She's got a ticket to ride,
But she don't care.

I don't know why she ridin' so high,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.
Before she gets to saying goodbye,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.

She said that living with me,
Was bringing her down, yeah.
She would never be free
When I was around.

Ah, she's got a ticket to ri-hide,
She's got a ticket to ri-hi-hide,
She's got a ticket to ride,
But she don't care.

My baby don't care, my baby don't care.
My baby don't care,

(Fading)

My baby don't care, my baby don't care.


.   .. . .     ..ya i justfucki  n went there! good lyrics huh?
post you r comment below /   ?

it's stuck in my head and i like it a lot

" i fink you freeky and i like you a lot"

-die antwoord

The title of the poem is underlined.

In the shower the pores on my back subsume moist air

In the bath tub the mind on my neck dissembles land fall

The tooth brush purl begins around mid night

The plaque hush between teeth how you would hide in an alley

Stepping up to bed and the blankets take me in a gullet gulp

Stepping in to sleep and that coquette smiles a snake’s

Arising the next day the cauldron spills over

Arising sombre a grin on your face

            a ghost of our generation commingled with the rest.

telepathetic

if our connection were two hands four eyes six human sounds, and not a wireless collection of text and buzz

soliteary-- bad

insides and out

a turtle’s diamond breath hardened my edges. then its attitude in a green goo form put me in a hot damn pan of secret sizzle. the turtle wrote poetry, too, which on each word wheezed did melt those fortunate to survive it into a cloud lava a ping trill that convulses the ear lobes. my chirrup beamed from your belly out the turt’s chomp reamed my god it hurled actual syrup. what’s up with this green body of a shell? swims like a tuna and it screams like a bell. here’s the catch,

            I fooled you, I’m a great liar

and you should have seen the hook on your face

planet hopper

moved to a nother planet over night
radios do not reach me a nymore
thinking about it, pictures being taken down
earth in my window, i could come back down


the snow comes down, fills in the empty spaces but
i still have a lot of craters in my logic
"God is the breath of your breath"
is my breath a
loud ebonic crowd
or a
calm white audience


with this, you feel the last of my hand and then im out the door.. my exit exists free
my loudspeak sirens, the skeletons gather round
"to the best ones out there:
stick to me please i am phlegmatic"

a struggle to keep the..... , ill be liked by others if i can

tossed aside
left to pick up the pieces'\

\sleep til its bedtime
a dream's safer than awake sadness';/

/what a withdraw
from everything that means'';/

\thiis sucks blows is shitty
aint so bad wont last forever'///. i dont know about that

\[single and free
or broken and alone
\
\nude with
nobody to hold']..death scarier now

=hold on n on n on
i mite hav her back ,o mxltsya -one day////

///
//
/bitter ending
her, married before me, could be could be!

suck it up\ tears in the sky
spit it out\tears on the road
nothing to talk about\tears in a pillow

move on/stay behind
lonesome torn thought repeat lonesome torn thought reminds
im still alive

tossed aside and left alive
wish i was to blame
stuk in mud and the car wont start
wish you were here with me

wherever i leave


theres more on my mind, but.........

bellybuttonkisses

         Kulture
         Kills.
that's  Krazy

When you interrupt the storyteller

child: blah blah blah Blah Blah
--Adult: let me interrupt you there. that was actually
blah blah blah Blah Blah
--child: wait! i have a story too Blah Blah blah blah.
Adult: good point, kid