Perhaps you can trade with Cocaine.. he enjoys a couple of shots before market open
Duref Mudgins Unterviews ET Deluminaries
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THIS Poem was a people FAVORITE
Bad Chipmunk
Your thirst for blood disgusts me.
Your bloody teeth scare me.
Your terrible smile freezes me.
Afraid that I will be next,
if you are not fed on time.
When its away I plot against,
when it naps I do my best.
To make that chipmunk rest,
forever.
But the thing is smarter than me.
Higher IQ or something,
it fights back, you see,
throws ice and lightning.
With incredible speed.
O, whichever god lives!
Rescue me, from this foul beast.
And make this shopping mistake,
your eternal feast.
Only hope keeps me alive.
Hope, that it will eventually die.
Bad Chipmunk
Your thirst for blood disgusts me.
Your bloody teeth scare me.
Your terrible smile freezes me.
Afraid that I will be next,
if you are not fed on time.
When its away I plot against,
when it naps I do my best.
To make that chipmunk rest,
forever.
But the thing is smarter than me.
Higher IQ or something,
it fights back, you see,
throws ice and lightning.
With incredible speed.
O, whichever god lives!
Rescue me, from this foul beast.
And make this shopping mistake,
your eternal feast.
Only hope keeps me alive.
Hope, that it will eventually die.
That is one bad ass fucked up chipmunk
This now is a poem I wrote for all the guys who were fucked by a woman
and not the other way around
Sonnet For a Friend in Need
Why does he hold her hand with baited breath,
In hope that she might give him what he needs?
He does not know that she is to him death,
She takes his rose and throws at him her weeds.
He sings his simple love song at her feet
And like a seedling in the winter rain,
It casts a small, tenacious dream to meet
That which will prove itâs fight in vain.
She cripples whom she deems a worthy victim,
Yet in her absence he is sorely Grieved.
He pleads that she might in her arms enfold him,
His weighted limbs prove he has been deceived .
For her, his heart burns with tortured screams.
Against his throat, her knife in darkness gleams.
and not the other way around
Sonnet For a Friend in Need
Why does he hold her hand with baited breath,
In hope that she might give him what he needs?
He does not know that she is to him death,
She takes his rose and throws at him her weeds.
He sings his simple love song at her feet
And like a seedling in the winter rain,
It casts a small, tenacious dream to meet
That which will prove itâs fight in vain.
She cripples whom she deems a worthy victim,
Yet in her absence he is sorely Grieved.
He pleads that she might in her arms enfold him,
His weighted limbs prove he has been deceived .
For her, his heart burns with tortured screams.
Against his throat, her knife in darkness gleams.
All very lovely! Write more and publish. If that means you have to suffer more, well, it's all for art.
You are truly a brillian man, C-Kid.Quote from C- kid:
This now is a poem I wrote for all the guys who were fucked by a woman
and not the other way around
Sonnet For a Friend in Need
Why does he hold her hand with baited breath,
In hope that she might give him what he needs?
He does not know that she is to him death,
She takes his rose and throws at him her weeds.
He sings his simple love song at her feet
And like a seedling in the winter rain,
It casts a small, tenacious dream to meet
That which will prove itâs fight in vain.
She cripples whom she deems a worthy victim,
Yet in her absence he is sorely Grieved.
He pleads that she might in her arms enfold him,
His weighted limbs prove he has been deceived .
For her, his heart burns with tortured screams.
Against his throat, her knife in darkness gleams.
A Renaissance Man in our midst!
Now I'd like to comission you to write a poem about a woman who fucks you into another world, let's see what that one sounds like.
The bitch had a knife to your throat.. not a lot of interpretation requiredQuote from C- kid:
what the hell........what do you know about my suffering
it can't be that evident from poetry can it