Poetry. - Page 159/171

Subject: Poetry.

slago 14.01.19 - 08:01pm
I'm trapped in a cycle.. of getting sober and high from vices of this life bro.. i type flows, invite wh*res instead of ladies.. been getting head since 80s, your friends can be haters, you can be the greatest.. my food for thought is served by a waitress.. putting you on respirators, burn you like the equator.. I'm china wall but greater, this is just a key style, see you later. mystical

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slago 14.01.19 - 08:16pm
the first time we met she wore black like was in a funeral.. she worked in a cubicle, beautiful from the tip of hair follicles down to nail cuticles.. decisions like sex on the first date, were the worst mate.. she bought me books on every single birthday.. we fought in the worst day, taking aim at the ego.. I'm the greatest lover and that's what she know.. undercovers, with the power of a skitzo.. warming her when the temperature is below zero.. cold

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slago 16.01.19 - 06:13am
i see you mystical

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slago 20.01.19 - 03:00pm
where are pro poets and poetesses? * +

slago 20.01.19 - 09:36pm
nice Noris lol * +

xivanax 22.01.19 - 12:17pm
The Owl and the pus*y-cat went to sea

In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

And sang to a small guitar,

O lovely pus*y! O pus*y, my love,

What a beautiful pus*y you are,

You are,

You are!

What a beautiful pus*y you are!

II

pus*y said to the Owl, You elegant fowl!

How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

But what shall we do for a ring?

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

To the land where the Bong-Tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

With a ring at the end of his nose,

His nose,

His nose,

With a ring at the end of his nose.

III

Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

Your ring? Said the Piggy, I will.

So they took it away, and were married next day

By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

They danced by the light of the moon,

The moon,

The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.

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xivanax 22.01.19 - 12:17pm

@ xivanax - 22.01.19 - 12:17pm
The Owl and the pus*y-cat went to sea

In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

And sang to a small guitar,

O lovely pus*y! O pus*y, my love,

What a beautiful pus*y you are,

You are,

You are!

What a beautiful pus*y you are!

II

pus*y said to the Owl, You elegant fowl!

How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

But what shall we do for a ring?

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

To the land where the Bong-Tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

With a ring at the end of his nose,

His nose,

His nose,

With a ring at the end of his nose.

III

Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

Your ring? Said the Piggy, I will.

So they took it away, and were married next day

By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

They danced by the light of the moon,

The moon,

The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.