Submissions by joeborg
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
teuseday the worst
If Monday was bad and looked with dread
Tuesday is definitely no better bread.
Being the most far away day
From those couple days of play.
All I wish to close my eyes
And let it pass without demise.
For the Wednesday we will pray
Joy for Friday it will spray.
So let us pray and plead the lord
A longer weekend we can afford!
Tuesday is definitely no better bread.
Being the most far away day
From those couple days of play.
All I wish to close my eyes
And let it pass without demise.
For the Wednesday we will pray
Joy for Friday it will spray.
So let us pray and plead the lord
A longer weekend we can afford!
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poetry in motion
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monday dread
Monday morning what a dread
I wish I was in bed instead.
Doubting if I’ve had some sleep
On to work came like a creep.
swirling to avoid the bumps
the car jumps with heavy thumbs.
In the middle the odd bus
Driving slowly without fuss.
Makes you cry out tears of joy
Fuckin ass hole stray ahoy!
So arriving up to work
I’m already stressed and curd.
I wish I was in bed instead.
Doubting if I’ve had some sleep
On to work came like a creep.
swirling to avoid the bumps
the car jumps with heavy thumbs.
In the middle the odd bus
Driving slowly without fuss.
Makes you cry out tears of joy
Fuckin ass hole stray ahoy!
So arriving up to work
I’m already stressed and curd.
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can't get no sleep
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the secret stranger
I’m your secret little stranger
Living out his life of danger.
Writing out whatever I feel
Hoping that my soul will heal.
I write of love I write of hate
I write of anything to debate.
Being always against the rule
Only anarchy makes me drool.
I think of nothing that isn’t you
So inspiration come anew.
So just read out all my rhymes
And how for you I do some crimes.
Living out his life of danger.
Writing out whatever I feel
Hoping that my soul will heal.
I write of love I write of hate
I write of anything to debate.
Being always against the rule
Only anarchy makes me drool.
I think of nothing that isn’t you
So inspiration come anew.
So just read out all my rhymes
And how for you I do some crimes.
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the ass effect
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the girl on the net
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the new secretary
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can't get enough
I just can’t ever get enough
Of writing you always new stuff.
It may come sunshine either rain
From inspiration can’t refrain.
It takes just some of my old time
To invent you every rhyme.
I’m an addict to your muse
Without I would sure get the blues.
So please be patient do feel stalked
But those eyes got me so hawked.
Of writing you always new stuff.
It may come sunshine either rain
From inspiration can’t refrain.
It takes just some of my old time
To invent you every rhyme.
I’m an addict to your muse
Without I would sure get the blues.
So please be patient do feel stalked
But those eyes got me so hawked.
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sadness in teasing
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the stars on my screen
Did you see the stars to-night?
One of them shone up so bright.
It seemed closer it seemed near
It lit the sky so high and clear.
O hold on that’s just my screen
And those are pixels in between.
Shining bright forming those lines
They draw your picture up so nice.
They drive me closer everyday
And for this something I shall pray.
To see you once to see you twice
To see you always without a device.
One of them shone up so bright.
It seemed closer it seemed near
It lit the sky so high and clear.
O hold on that’s just my screen
And those are pixels in between.
Shining bright forming those lines
They draw your picture up so nice.
They drive me closer everyday
And for this something I shall pray.
To see you once to see you twice
To see you always without a device.
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sexy monday blues
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