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Allen Wilbert Jan 2014
On My Mind

This is what's going on in my mind,
not sure to be mean or kind.
I could amaze you with a riddle,
maybe play with my wooden fiddle.
Chop people into tiny bits,
buy a stripper and see her ****.
Does love even really exist,
will **** ooze from my cyst.
Wisdom I could dazzle,
take a shower and forget the towel.
Make you laugh, make you smile,
that's just my kind of style.
How much I hate your guts,
Dickie Roberts said nucking futs.
Are any of us really even here,
maybe face myself a fear.
Sing you a groovy song,
smoke from a huge ****.
Go dance the night away,
check out my hips as they sway.
How I hate to wipe my ***,
dogs always have the smelliest gas.
Drink shots til I puke,
always listen to Jesse Duke.
Am I alive or am I dead,
writing naked in my bed.
Now you see how my mind works,
if not, you're just stupid jerks.
So many thoughts, I can't even mention,
but I think by now I have your attention.
Allen Wilbert Jan 2014
Every Ten Years

There is something in which I never speak,
my inner soul has become decayed and weak.
Just the thought will drive me insane,
blisters cover my heart and brain.
It's been ten long years, since that day,
I think about it, without any say.
Maybe it's time to let it loose,
I'm so hungry, I could eat a whole moose.
A angry beast lives inside my soul,
this time, I'm not paying any toll.
Shot my family with a gun,
it was easy, it was fun.
Getting the urge to **** some more,
that's why I married this stupid *****.
My new wife and kids have no clue,
all the things I'm about to do.
I'm starting to shake, starting to mumble,
legs getting weak as I start to stumble.
Grabbed my shotgun from behind the wall,
felt like the man from Walking Tall.
Old family buried in the back yard,
my head was dealt the wrong card.
Dug four new graves next to theirs,
I believe in keeping families in pairs.
Shot them dead in cold blood,
how I sure love a red flood.
I've been questioned, but never accused,
this is how I keep myself amused.
Five years later I get remarried,
there are more bodies to be buried.
I'm forty eight and getting old,
with each day, my heart gets more cold.
This time after killing my kin,
it actually felt like a ***** sin.
Can't go through this ever again,
killing myself, just don't know when.
Allen Wilbert Jan 2014
Bi-Polar Man

In the darkest evening hours,
arose a man with special powers.
Stop a fast moving car,
uproot the biggest tree,
float like a butterfly,
sting like a bee.
Climb the highest mountain,
swim the deepest sea,
Drinks from the youth fountain,
the luxury of being free.
Take advantage, it only lasts a few days,
in walks depression, and its wicked ways.
No fun to crash and burn,
not knowing which way to turn.
Sleep all day, awake crying all night,
battle the struggle, with all your might.
Afraid to leave your own house,
too lazy to catch a pestering mouse.
Then the powers suddenly come back,
now it's time for the returning attack.
Playing Frogger on a busy street,
for the high score, you compete.
Jump the tallest building,
faster than a private jet,
dreams and goals, you're fulfilling,
spending money, bills you forget.
Once again, you start to crash,
head you begin to bash.
You are bi-polar man,
never was part of the plan.
One day happy, next day sad,
Now you're laughing, then you're mad.
Mood changes on the drop of a dime,
no perception of day or time.
On a schedule of pill taking,
these habits, no chance of breaking.
I happen to be a bi-polar man,
just doing whatever I can.
Allen Wilbert Jan 2014
Party At The Old Age Home

Hello today and how are you,
feeling better, now that we're through.
Things are starting to improve,
feeling that single life groove.
A new girl every single week,
you'd think I was in my ****** peak.
Would you believe, I'm eighty two,
****** is the thing I do.
I get blow jobs with just gum,
these old ladies **** it like a Tum.
I just pop a pill and off I go,
an ******* old folks home show.
Having ****** in my room,
even the nurses jump on my tomb.
Not sure how long my heart will last,
who cares every night I have a blast.
My ***** hang down to my knees,
these old women keep begging please.
Before ***, I remove the cobwebs,
I've partied in each of their beds.
They say my heart attack was inevitable,
my golden years were so incredible.
My casket was covered in ******* and flowers,
it was nice being that hard for many hours.
Glad me and the wife had that fight,
I became a ******, out of spite.
Saggy **** had me beguiled,
it was like old *******.
Allen Wilbert Jan 2014
Potpourri

Getting deceived
nothing received
loving destruction
covered in corruption
been slowly choking
words already spoken
ticking time bomb
dying in Vietnam
everyone is confused
difficult to get amused
laying in bed crying
wishing to be dying
wondering how and when
every now and again
going, going gone
trying desperately to hang on
no more power
time to devour
take total control
dig deep into soul
always a way
no need to pay
lost then found
silence now sound
flirt with disaster
become your own master
take a risky chance
not at first glance
grin and bare it
make everything fit
try and understand
nothing is planned
have a good day
all I can say.
Allen Wilbert Jan 2014
The Mayor

Adding up all the dead bodies,
most are just carbon copies.
After awhile they all look the same,
only difference is their name.
I have them written in a log book,
all those lives that I have took.
Forty people missing from this town,
all men whose lives were down.
No one expects when you're the mayor,
I even help look for this evil slayer.
Hope you're not male and thirty,
or you're about to get *****.
It's my face you last see,
only death will set you free.
Wearing a mask, I walk the streets,
I even keep all the ax receipts.
I put a bag over your head,
I listen as they beg, shut up I said.
Then we go on a long ride,
not once have I broken stride.
Then it's off with the mask,
now it's time for the ****** task.
If I pass a cop, I smile and wave,
off we go to my secret mayor cave.
Then I grab my trust ax,
always covering my tracks.
Chop them up into bits and pieces,
you should see as the blood releases.
Body parts start to fly,
and I don't even know why.
I'm just a small town lonely mayor,
taxes, they are not a payer.
People in the town in an uproar,
if they don't shut up,
they'll also get the cave tour.
Allen Wilbert Jan 2014
A To Z

Awesome view,
beauty with eyes of blue.
Captivating her attention,
delusions of my intentions.
Ecstasy makes me so numb,
fingers gonna make her ***.
Ginger is her name,
heart is now a flame.
Illuminating light,
jeans so skin tight.
Kite is beginning to fly,
lights up a darkened sky.
Mom would be so proud,
noise in here way to loud.
Offered her to see my place,
punched me right in the face.
Quickly jumped to my feet,
right hook, not a good way to meet.
Soaked my face with an ice pack,
that was one hell of a whack.
Undeserving rejection,
vengeance is in my direction.
Waiting for her next response,
Xanax gave me a renaissance.
You just wanted a relaxing pill,
zealous, so she could chill
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