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and I spent too much chasing him
he was tighter than a Jew
and not really much of a man
( I love jewish people... just rhyming)
blacker than an ace of spades
white men can't jump
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Posted: 4/2/2012 9:59:30 AM | Tag'n Dumpsters thru dark Hood Sk8R rolls
Dis Paper Tigger sprays dem Graphity scrolls
Till Tweety Pie whispers to hungry owl
Dat Naughty Puty Kat jest called u fouul
Sk8R | |
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Posted: 4/2/2012 3:14:19 PM | I could never figure out what you wanted
from me or what me from you was needed
I never said and you never asked how
we go beyond the stalemate we forged | |
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Posted: 4/2/2012 3:28:13 PM | he thought I was a mystery
some strange thing to be figured out
I laughed at his inadequacies
and felt it better, to leave him in doubt | |
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Posted: 4/2/2012 3:38:53 PM | I only gave a damn about him
two times a day
first thing in the morning
and after any scary dream | |
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Posted: 4/2/2012 3:39:53 PM | Leaving him in doubt
was all that I could do
Since I in my own mind
Did not even have a clue | |
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Posted: 4/2/2012 4:01:48 PM | I may be knocked up again,but I'm still a hell of a catch
He toyed with my emotions, leaving me a wreck
I got tired of playing games, and he couldn't see why
Probably because he never saw, the tears that filled my eyes//. | |
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Posted: 4/3/2012 11:56:18 AM | I didn’t write this. It’s a poem in Urdu by Manan Qadeer Manan. I’ve translated it into English:
I blew such a wind
On the fires of my Hatred
That I ended up
Burning your photographs! | |
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Posted: 4/3/2012 11:57:42 AM | very cool poem
you should try one yourself
it isn't that hard
see i just did it. | |
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Posted: 4/3/2012 2:39:20 PM | Burn your photographs
Shred your stupid letters
I've had enough of you
Surely I can do better | |
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Posted: 4/3/2012 2:45:06 PM | jealous men are stupid
they toy with your mind
just to keep you on a string
all the while, constantly cheating...
I feel sorry for their wives
I feel sorry for their girlfriends
I feel sorry for the families
their life is one big infection | |
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Posted: 4/3/2012 6:03:55 PM | and now into the breach I go
intrepid let me tell you so you know
the realness of the reality
of that coming killing blow | |
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Posted: 4/3/2012 6:05:38 PM | i once met a wizard in the city
he was mean and sometimes petty
I hit him in the head, he ended up dead
and now the world's a little less shytty | |
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Posted: 4/3/2012 8:17:26 PM | he saw a picture of me jumping
grande jete... he can speak French
he said I was in a moment
all I saw was my non-pointed toe | |
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Posted: 4/4/2012 4:18:22 AM | years of ballet
not the balanchine type
told to go to canada
where the dancers are small | |
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Posted: 4/4/2012 5:34:24 AM | When thinking of ladies so fair
As flowers their sweet nectar share
Then comparing them to me
Wondering wood is see a nut tree | |
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Posted: 4/4/2012 10:36:41 AM | taffy streached fingers dance in the cream jar, coffee drips dried down beneath
the rent ticket is brought out with the special, I move it to where i cant see
the ladies in this joint possess a tact, and the cook all in all he's not bad
such a tired somber man with the humor of a ham and that's good cause he makes me laugh | |
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Posted: 4/4/2012 2:13:51 PM | ^ very cool...great imagery.
psychedelic green
my garden scene
it's truly Spring
re-awakening | |
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Posted: 4/4/2012 2:37:40 PM | nearly bare branches
burst into bloom
way before their scheduled time
to make their beauty known | |
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Posted: 4/4/2012 2:43:47 PM | three deer drew near
nibbling my green garden
mother deer i know could hear
my camera photographing them | |
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Posted: 4/4/2012 3:52:19 PM | Ever vigilant
ears at perk
mama doe sniffs the air
fawns lurk | |
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Posted: 4/4/2012 4:54:54 PM | I'm so depressed, no one loves me
I have some sort of mental disease
that makes me an unbearable, frozen, and mean
Sell your story to some poor pitiful beauty queen | |
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Posted: 4/4/2012 5:24:44 PM | Mental disease
has forever plagued me
though beauteous I be
I struggle to be free | |
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Posted: 4/4/2012 5:56:45 PM | it's not a disease
it's the way God made ya
now get over yourself
and run through the azaleas | |
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Posted: 4/4/2012 11:13:20 PM | i'm sick in the morning
sick in the night
ain't one fvcking thing
going alright.... | |
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