Submissions by Dirtfarm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2013 4:37pm
16th Oct 2013 4:37pm
Whats the world coming to
I stand on my own
once wobbled by the legs of society
my thoughts have never been clearer in this dirty fucking mind
guess I will look for another job, got fired Thursday
Why? Why did those idiots fire me you might ask?
because they are communists that’s why
I called in a few days because the government has been shut down
my manager started ranting something about your not a government employee
I thought I was standing up for what was right
If they can’t work why should I
fuck Wal-Mart I didn’t like working there anyway
once wobbled by the legs of society
my thoughts have never been clearer in this dirty fucking mind
guess I will look for another job, got fired Thursday
Why? Why did those idiots fire me you might ask?
because they are communists that’s why
I called in a few days because the government has been shut down
my manager started ranting something about your not a government employee
I thought I was standing up for what was right
If they can’t work why should I
fuck Wal-Mart I didn’t like working there anyway
720 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 1:59pm
30th Aug 2013 1:59pm
Am I Queer
She swallows it with one gulp and smiles
I wonder what it tastes like
yes that shit sounds sick
you're fuckin right, I can’t let the fellas know I want to try it
society frowns on being different
different throws off on normalcy
I laugh at both
because we all eat, sleep, breathe, shit and piss
sticking your dick in a toaster only shows your individuality
My curb store pharmacy job allows me to sleep late
never cared for school, no diplomas nailed to my wall
just pictures of me and a few...
I wonder what it tastes like
yes that shit sounds sick
you're fuckin right, I can’t let the fellas know I want to try it
society frowns on being different
different throws off on normalcy
I laugh at both
because we all eat, sleep, breathe, shit and piss
sticking your dick in a toaster only shows your individuality
My curb store pharmacy job allows me to sleep late
never cared for school, no diplomas nailed to my wall
just pictures of me and a few...
738 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2013 3:33pm
27th Aug 2013 3:33pm
I’m all for gun control
Standing in front of the laundry mat, waiting on my shit to dry
I smell your stench, plus the kid on the bike at the entrance of the apartment complex is whistling
don’t judge me, he makes $75 a day
You drive right the fuck up to me
waving your arms like we at a damn crosswalk
hey man, come here
I detect a little bit of penis in your voice
when asked the same questions, every goddamn day
Smoked some sticky before you pulled up
guess that’s keeping me from slapping your dumbass
while you tickle my balls and tug on the jeans
yeah, yeah, no...
I smell your stench, plus the kid on the bike at the entrance of the apartment complex is whistling
don’t judge me, he makes $75 a day
You drive right the fuck up to me
waving your arms like we at a damn crosswalk
hey man, come here
I detect a little bit of penis in your voice
when asked the same questions, every goddamn day
Smoked some sticky before you pulled up
guess that’s keeping me from slapping your dumbass
while you tickle my balls and tug on the jeans
yeah, yeah, no...
697 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2013 2:19am
27th Aug 2013 2:19am
Date night
Another sunny day
just Reminiscing about old times
I have to tell you, the things I said wasn’t to kind
when my heart connect the dots to my brain it spews septic
maybe from all the years of getting shit on
No true prescription for madness
the medication just transforms the voices to a different language
ahhh, a language I can’t translate
it’s a good thing because I running out of places to bury all the body’s
Oh look, it’s time for another pill
some dickhead is knocking on your door
guess I’ll get the shovel and tarp ready
just Reminiscing about old times
I have to tell you, the things I said wasn’t to kind
when my heart connect the dots to my brain it spews septic
maybe from all the years of getting shit on
No true prescription for madness
the medication just transforms the voices to a different language
ahhh, a language I can’t translate
it’s a good thing because I running out of places to bury all the body’s
Oh look, it’s time for another pill
some dickhead is knocking on your door
guess I’ll get the shovel and tarp ready
624 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2013 2:02pm
23rd Aug 2013 2:02pm
True love
Sitting across from you at the bar I notice you smiling at me
what a fake fucking smile
eyes lit up, as if its pay day
The game you run is getting old
this he said she said shit has ran its course
you want me to be jealous
jealous of what?
these adolescent animals just want intoxicating cheap thrills
Tell you what, how can I say this and still be what they call politically correct
I got it
don’t turn out the lights, the party’s not over
I fucked the fat lady until she sang
So…..
let’s just go home
so you can grab the horn of...
what a fake fucking smile
eyes lit up, as if its pay day
The game you run is getting old
this he said she said shit has ran its course
you want me to be jealous
jealous of what?
these adolescent animals just want intoxicating cheap thrills
Tell you what, how can I say this and still be what they call politically correct
I got it
don’t turn out the lights, the party’s not over
I fucked the fat lady until she sang
So…..
let’s just go home
so you can grab the horn of...
684 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2013 00:50am
23rd Aug 2013 00:50am
What beautiful memories
I was thinking
well more like obsessing over you
my mind corrupted with thoughts of your nakedness
your sweet tender frame swaying side to side
holding the bar firmly as you dance for me
I remember the first time I laid eyes on you
it was, I think in the cafeteria
you had that draw, that walk, that magnetic charisma
maybe because you were new, or because you looked so naïve
Every man in the room wanted you
I was thinking
how your spoon slid across your lips
the way your tongue caressed each finger as you licked them clean
and how...
well more like obsessing over you
my mind corrupted with thoughts of your nakedness
your sweet tender frame swaying side to side
holding the bar firmly as you dance for me
I remember the first time I laid eyes on you
it was, I think in the cafeteria
you had that draw, that walk, that magnetic charisma
maybe because you were new, or because you looked so naïve
Every man in the room wanted you
I was thinking
how your spoon slid across your lips
the way your tongue caressed each finger as you licked them clean
and how...
754 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2013 6:47pm
20th Aug 2013 6:47pm
Sack Full
Leaning forward
knees wobble
I buckle under the pressure
These straps are too tight
my circulation restricted
By the bureaucracy
we are told “We are free”
Free thinkers able to say and do at will
Really?
Have you watched the news or read a paper lately?
Out of breath, I collapse from the weight of the world
knees wobble
I buckle under the pressure
These straps are too tight
my circulation restricted
By the bureaucracy
we are told “We are free”
Free thinkers able to say and do at will
Really?
Have you watched the news or read a paper lately?
Out of breath, I collapse from the weight of the world
640 reads
6 Comments
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