Submissions by jesusdpornstar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
12th Jan 2011 9:19pm
12th Jan 2011 9:19pm
Freedom
Freedom is like a dream,
The closer you get,
The further you get.
If the world was neutral and just smoked weed,
It's the government we do not need,
(This is not a protest, this is the fucking truth)
The closer you get,
The further you get.
If the world was neutral and just smoked weed,
It's the government we do not need,
(This is not a protest, this is the fucking truth)
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Jan 2011 9:15pm
12th Jan 2011 9:15pm
f**k the government
Why does this happen,
The internal anger is killing me,
Fuck the government one of my friends always says,
But he's fucking dead right.
(This is not a protest, this is the fucking truth)
The internal anger is killing me,
Fuck the government one of my friends always says,
But he's fucking dead right.
(This is not a protest, this is the fucking truth)
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2010 4:16am
30th Dec 2010 4:16am
Christmas Day
Christmas Day is so gay,
Because in bed I want to lay,
My sister woke me up and I said 'Fuck'
(She didn't even make me tae)
Under the tree there was no toys,
Mam was walking down the stairs with the surprise.
Because in bed I want to lay,
My sister woke me up and I said 'Fuck'
(She didn't even make me tae)
Under the tree there was no toys,
Mam was walking down the stairs with the surprise.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2010 4:10am
30th Dec 2010 4:10am
Royalties of The Poor
I feel nothing more,
Than the royalties of the poor,
For I am not royal but not poor,
But mediocre for sure
While I wear this old shirt thats long time tore,
I constantly look up at the people with much more
On the path with an empty cup I beg,
The passer-byers keep moving away on their fortunate two legs.
Than the royalties of the poor,
For I am not royal but not poor,
But mediocre for sure
While I wear this old shirt thats long time tore,
I constantly look up at the people with much more
On the path with an empty cup I beg,
The passer-byers keep moving away on their fortunate two legs.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2010 8:43pm
25th Dec 2010 8:43pm
The Hunter
As quiet as a hunter,
As cool as a breeze,
They called him The Hunter,
Because he didn't even sneeze.
As reckless as the hunted,
As warm as the dinner,
They called it The Hunted,
Because it didn't even move.
As cool as a breeze,
They called him The Hunter,
Because he didn't even sneeze.
As reckless as the hunted,
As warm as the dinner,
They called it The Hunted,
Because it didn't even move.
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