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Michael Kusi Nov 2017
Wannabe wrote to the judge and said he wanted to proceed pro se.
The judge replied back and said that it was okay.
Not knowing that Wannabe knew less about law than most lawyers forgot
When Wannabe was looking on Amazon, he had an amazing thought.
They said if you wanted to hide something from a black put it in a book.
But he replied to himself, They did not figure that this black would look.
Wannabe figured that he could teach himself the law like school.
He didn’t know that both the professor and the student in this case was a fool.
Finally, and most amazingly, the day for the trial was here.
Wannabe was confident he would win, he did not fear.
He say that the landlord had at his side appointed counsel.
But Wannabe thought that the case hinged on the stronger will.


Wannabe held on to the podium as if he wanted it choked
There wasn’t a single rule of opening statements he hadn’t broken.
Wannabe said To my friends, my enemies, and my haters.
He thought this is my chance to say what wasn’t in the motion papers.
Then Wannabe looked up at the judge and said May it please the court.
This should be both a property dispute and a tort.
Because during my time there, he made me very distressed.
He was both a menace to society and an enemy of progress
The landlord’s lawyer did not object because he was so shocked.
That the law could be so abused, battered and mocked.

Then the landlord’s lawyer called his witness to the stand.
And asked him a very simple direct question.
Wannabe shouted out with a loud cry, “Objection”
Then he said under his breathe for all to hear, “I am not the one”
The judge said that Wannabe’s objection was overruled.
Wannabe said, “Im not a lawyer” and the judge replied, “No one was fooled”.
Wannabe continued to carry on until the judge called him for a conference.
And told him that if he did not behave, his case would be dismissed.
Then it came time for Wannabe and Wannabe said, “I wish to direct-examine me”.
The judge said No you cant do that, and very angrily.
Wannabe had to sit down because he did not have a witness or expert.
Then the judge said that he lost, and Wannabe was especially hurt.
Michael Kusi Nov 2017
Wannabe claimed from a young age he was meant to play pro basketball.
Even though he wasn’t strong, couldn’t jump high, and couldn’t go fast at all.
He tried to shoot foul shots at the park but he just shot foul.
When someone would bump him he was mad he didn’t get calls.
Wannabe would flop so much people watching said he was trying to audition.
And he would shoot the mid range jumper as if he was going fishing.
See, Wannabe played on the varsity team in high school  but his uncle was the coach.
And he would not listen to people who told him he had the wrong approach.
Wannabe attacked the basket like it stole something, but he would miss the shot.
His shooting form  on the basketball looked like he hurt his wrist a lot
Because Wannabe  would shoot the ball almost from his side.
And when Wannabe did not make it in it was like someone had died.
Because Wannabe said the rims was tilted and his friend said his shot was tilted.
Now Wannabe doesn’t talk to that friend anymore because he felt jilted.
Rebounding was a foreign concept to Wannabe and defense  did not know his game.
So when he had to guard someone it was like a free basket because there was an open lane.
Wannabe did not get steals or blocks, because he said that those were not points.
And when somebody scored on him, Wannabe said it was because of his aching joints.
But Wannabe is in the park, because he thinks one day he will be in the NBA.
But the time that he would get signed seems like an eternity away.
Northern Poet Jan 2019
Look at all these wannabe gangsters
Terrorising our streets
That one's wearing camouflage trousers
Just wait till you hear him speak
'Dems bear skills mate'
'Can you lend me fifty bar?'
He sounds like he's from Los Angeles
Doing time in the yard
But he's not
He still lives at home with his mum
And his pregnant girlfriend
And he's under the thumb
You see them outside Tesco
But they're not shopping for pesto
Let's go
They've seen the old bill
He's known around this town
For selling dodgy pills
Guns, knives and slang
That's what you need
If you wanna be in their gang
No education
Just a stolen Playstation
And don't forget the ****
Even on a school night
They're out doing speed
You'll see 'em in the park
With a bottle of cider
Then they'll start
On a poor old-timer
Tracky bottoms
And a Burberry hat
Chav fashion
Cause they think they're all that
But the funny thing is
They don't have a clue
They don't think like
Me or you
They think that they're rap stars
Dreaming of fast cars
But they're just wankers
More like 'wannabe gangsters'
Michael Kusi Nov 2017
Wannabe tried to contact companies to tell his life story.
Saying that his struggles would make for an interesting biography.
When Wannabe would watch gangsta movies, he told people that it was based on him.
He shouted on street corners he moved bricks into this hood, but he wasn’t building mansions.
Wannabe said he had more money than athletes with shoe deals.
Because he said emphatically that money laundering was the new skill.
When people asked him where this money was, Wannabe said it was off-shore.
Because he did not want the federal government to mess with it anymore.
Wannabe claimed that the product he sold was so strong it made people cough.
Listeners shook their heads, telling him that if it was true then something was off.
They said that it sounded like he had bad product that was painful.
He then retorted that Columbians called him the Snow Angel.
But Wannabe could not even point to Columbia on an atlas.
He said it was because he had a girlfriend there he had catfished.
They called up people who Wannabe had said were his henchmen
And those men were confused when they said Wannabe ran with them.
He looked frantic until he said that those men had memory loss.
And that rival Columbians revered him as an enemy boss.
He kept talking, but eventually people stopped paying attention.
When Wannabe was brought up in conversation, he didn’t get a mention
SexySloth Jun 2013
I want to be a psychopath.

It is so thrilling, the thought.

One day I'll rule the world

And **** people and never get caught.
David Burster Feb 2014
Ice Ice Ice
Ice Ice Ice Ice
Capital I
see eee see eee
Ice Ice Ice
Ice ice ice ICE
Ice ice ice iceice
Ice Ice
ICE

Cream cream
Cream Cream Cream
Cream Cream Cream Cream
Cream Cream CREAM cream
CREAM cream cream CREAM
cream cream CREAM cream cream
krrr eeem krrr eeeem krrr eeem


Ice cream I love you
like a love song baby
But Ice cream is lovely
Cause it's such a wannabe
Cause ice cream is cream
who pretends to be ice
What say you ? Let's roll the dice
For my chocolate Ice cream PS: I love eating you
svdgrl Sep 2014
Ignore the itch you can't scratch deep in the palm of your hand.
Ignore the morning alarms, just sleep right through them.
Ignore the sound of the coffee bubbling over, let it spill.
Ignore the toothpaste stain on your new shirt.
Ignore the voicemail notification, who listens to them anyway?
Ignore the mailman at the mailbox, he didn't really say hello.
Ignore the stare of the drunk man in your lobby.
Ignore the morning brigade of children running behind you.
Ignore the damage your heels are doing to your feet.
Ignore the whistle from the man half your height.
Ignore the traffic light, the cars are going the other way.
Ignore the loud honk from the trucker as he speeds off.
Ignore the liquor store, and the desire to take a shot.
Ignore the "Baby let me talk to you," from the **** wannabe.
Ignore the text message, don't let them know you have a phone number.
Ignore the cigarette smoke invading your lungs.
Ignore the baby boy getting slapped by his mother.
Ignore the bakery with the tres leches cake you like.
Ignore the bank, you're probably broke.
Ignore the homeless woman, she just wants to buy drugs.
Ignore the Facebook notification, just another ALS challenge.
Ignore the time, you're at work early.
Ignore the habits, listen to your conscience and speak loudly and clearly.
You are so much more than ignorant.
Lou Costello’s
bronze semblance
dipped and danced atop
his granite pedestal
spinning miasmatic tales
of enigmatic hope and
resplendent labor

“the sweet
unbounded
expectation of
hope once
surged down
this city’s streets”
... said Lou

"I was a self made man
until someone thought up
the idea to cast a bronze
caricature of me and
bolt it to this grand rock”

nostalgia
is the boldest form
of fiction
culling from the past
the things hoped for
in the now

“growing up
here
I clipped school,
played ball,
rolled drunks
and fought
nickel ante
prize fights
to get my
daily bread,
I literally
punched my
way out
of this town”

a smith smelts a
batch of liquid bronze
pouring molds full of
a fervent wish
a madman's delusion
a priestly promise
a Pollyannaish illusion?

baskets overflowed
gushing hope, offered
at the holy altars by
honorable workers

it was said that
a morsel of labor
could feed 5000
starved families
breeding hopes as large
as a half cup of water

hope
the size of a
mustard seed sparked
recovery of 1000 sick children
dying from the Asian Flu
at St. Joe's

hope
willed an end to war’s slaughter
which ironically was bad for
Paterson's war profiteers
forcing layoffs
sparking labor actions

hope
ignited conflagrations firing
the resurrection of dead industries
lately there is a lot of hope
circling this one

miracles spring
from the pronounced
lips of trembling hearts

the hopeful amassed
slogging forth on bloodied toes
along razor thin slices
of expectation
hoping to begin again
eager to build anew

new starts sometimes
grow old fast soon
hope expires
winging back home
on broken wings of
misspent labor

hoping for the snow to stop
a lump of coal to last
the labor of a budding crocus
rewarded, breaking through
the hard crust of winters end
blooms for a day then expires

hope is a beggars wish
gods give yearnings heft
prayers earnestly chanted
willing paradigm shifts

prayers of absolution
play the angles
calculating odds
of probabilistic mathematics
a sure thing long shot
the prayers of the
righteous availeth much

we hoped for jobs
we hoped for leisure
we hoped for love
we hoped for labor
we hoped for rest
we hoped for luck
we hoped for a life
wealth health blest

laughing at our follies
crying over defeats
our city a tragic star
a comedy of schemes

our
hope and labor
is the keystone of
our self construction
cornerstone of
a grand city’s edifice
its negation our
deconstruction

tragedy and comedy
invested and spent
falling and laughing
foibles and faith

belief trumps evidence
happenstance slays surety
horror and beauty
compose a life's mural
nothing happens
by mistake

learning and ignorance
fate and chance
the risk of randomness
expiration dates arrive fast

predetermination a bold
conviction, suspicion,
intention a splendid  
kismet  

banality becomes
sublime  
laughter is ******

...the mystery is in
the loam... says WCW
...the finished product
is what I’m after...

“what the
**** are you
doing here?"
the bronzed Louis
gagged

"Hey Abbott
look at these clowns
in the yellow plastic
garbage bags!

bobbing in a sea of
midnight mist

a posse of
neon clowns
donning glad bags
on the most dismal
night of the year

twinkling under the
gloom of my playgrounds
faltering streetlamps

“twinkling targets
easily tracked,
a trained eye,
a steady hand
could pick you off
at a thousand paces
what gives?

“what the **** are
you doing here?

“what the **** am I doin
here for that matter?”

“the second question
is easy to answer,

“I’m Paterson’s
finest son....

...“Wherever he is tonight, I want him to hear me," and went on with the show. No one in the audience knew of the death until after the show when Bud Abbott explained the events of the day, and how the phrase "The show must go on" had been epitomized by Lou that night....

"Mr. Bacciagalupe
he use to live on
Cianci Street

“who’s on first?
what’s on second?
I don’t know is on third?
was a riddle one recited
to get into his speak

“his Ginnie Red was legendary
and no one was ever known to
die from drinking his bathtub gin”

the old world ways
are made new
by the arrival of
new old worlds
supplanting old Italiano

“where is all the goodwill capital
we invested in this place?”

successive generations
thought it best to export
the capital of the
expired generations
elsewhere

it was ferried
across the river,
crossed the
city boundaries,
leaving for Wayne
and the fairer lawns
of Wyckoff and the
greener grasses of
Franklin Lakes

all the old wise guys
died off or were sentenced
to life by their children,
some still doin time in
old age homes in
Rockaway

all the sport clubs
boarded up but their spirit
lingers like an espresso
ring on a post slurp
demitasse cup

“hell my body is buried
in Hollywood but here
I am, holding court in
Costello Park
talking with you
knuckleheads
a baseball bat
my royal scepter
a brown derby
my crown, truly a
King of Nothing,
Lord of All

“the soul of my city is
eternal,  like the comedy
of tragedy or is it
tragic comic?

“here I remain
omnipresent,
spinning about
frozen forever
in a magnificent
bronze age,
erected to my likeness
beholding me
to stand witness
to this litter strewn park
decorated with corrugated
Big Mac boxes, plastic
Big Gulp tops and discarded
rubbers bagging the ****
of this cities arrested
citizenry”

never actualized
never naturalized
citizenship denied
at the commencement
of ejaculatory flows
of joy

unfulfilled spirit
of citizenship
never to experience
the splendor
of yesterday’s
modernist
metropolis and
Lou’s stand up
routines

“look at that John
over there, that guy
wheezing like a
ruptured blacksmith’s
billow, pounding away
laboring to get off

“the poor little
******* just hopes it
will end soon

it does
**** he’s done

I” knew that guys
grandfather,
getting off
runs in the family
and remains one
of the few things
that draws the progeny back
to the old neighborhood

“you can still glimpse
snippets of the old ways
rising in new ways

“an Armenian
sports club
around the corner
is a new
incarnation of
the old Neapolitan
social clubs that
once demarcated the
neighborhoods

“these days
great grandsons
of once proud
Sons of Italy
come back to the
old neighborhoods
begging for hand-jobs
from crack ******

“welcome to my
burlesque world

“since the Gumbas
moved to Franklin Lakes
the wannabe wise guys
became ***** whipped
dumb *****
making ***** of
themselves with
their painted ****-job
Jersey Housewives

“they ***** their families
out for a bit parts on
MTV and a free lunch
at the Brownstone

“their grandfathers
labored long hours
to assure the well being
of their families in the expectant
hope of a better shot at life
but the children squandered
the hard earned bequest lovingly
bequeathed by reverent forebears

“in the wee hours
one can sometimes hear
a weeping chorus
of concrete Madonnas
musing melodious lullabies
to the sleeping
Lombard's lying
in uneasy repose at
Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

“they twist in their graves
dreaming of a last dance with the
Lady of Unending Sorrows
at weddings for unrepentant
wayward daughters and prodigal sons

“its small
recompense for a
lifetime of an
honest day’s work”

the dashed hope
of squandered labor
begets a city of ruin”

at the
parks northern corner
the Salvation Army’s
rumbling bivouac rests
in a dreamless sleep
its residents
patiently waiting to
inherit this city
abandoned by
nuevo wise guys

this tragedy
is all comedy
the comedic hope
of tragic labor
buried snoring
the millenniums away
awaiting resurrection
day

Lou was getting ******...
“get outta my park

“the artists
in the rehabbed
factories across
the street
are resting

“nothing much
going on there

“if you're hoping
to find some
homeless slogs
head over to the river
you should find some there”....

Music Selection:
Frank Sinatra, High Hopes

jbm
Oakland
3/26/13
Part 5 of extended poem Silk City PIT.  PIT is an acronym for Point In Time.  PIT is an annual census American cities conduct to count the homeless population.  Hope and Labor is the city motto of Paterson NJ, nick named The Silk City.
Effy Royle Nov 2015
Aries-
oh what have you done to deserve this?
so much hate in your heart for yourself
yet you were living a lie
I hope you're happy now

Taurus-
sweet child, what a pity that people can't help
but leave you
how many tears did you shed when he said
he didn't love you back?
I hope you find peace within yourself

Gemini-
I'm sorry he doesn't see you're the one
you're both stuck in this never ending
paradox where no one wins
don't change yourself just to please
the unpleasable
I hope you're whole again one day

Cancer-
you poor, tired soul. take a seat and look in the mirror for a change.
you are nothing if not beautiful.
please be kind to yourself
I hope you find happiness one day

Leo-
oh what a warrior you are. wartorn land and heart.
you're much more than your mistakes.
take a look at everyone around you.
I hope you realize you're not alone

Virgo-
my honey bear, my sweetie pie
your hands still shake when they call your name.
stop pretending you're okay.
there's nothing to be afraid of
I hope one day you find clarity

Libra-
you beautiful creature, how many times has someone failed to compliment you?
that number is in the negatives now and you're still on your high horse
get off for a second and ground yourself. it's only a matter of time.
I hope you forgive and forget

Scorpio-
my light, my dark, my everything in between
stop and smell the roses
can't you hear them singing for you?
your eyes always did make my heart stop
I hope you forget why you're hurting

Sagittarius-
baby bear cub, you sweet little thing
how many days have you been at sea? enough to not love them back
just remember where you came from
I hope your dreams come true

Capricorn-
my one true love affair, you're mighty small for someone who loves to talk
your nose freckles never seemed so prominent
I love your laugh, I love your cry
I hope you realize what you've done to me

Aquarius-
my life and my wannabe lover, you're drowning in regret
I can smell the whiskey on your breath
yet you're too drunk to see straight
I hope you remember who you are

Pisces-
my soulmate and best friend
I know you're still hurting
but open up for a change and let them know the real you
you can't sweep it under the rug forever
I hope you can be yourself
Jordan Rowan Feb 2016
High Priest Paul stalks them in the night
He promises forgiveness by the edge of his knife
He never stops to question or hesitates to bite
Believe in him and he will make it right  

Scar-Faced Jake doesn't like to wait
He murders Myan time and claws the hands of fate
He bullies his way to the top of the state
He wears a velvet hat and sells you ****** bait

Senator Chris keeps his lovers on a list
A check for every thrill and a line for every kiss
Somewhere, out there, far beyond the bliss
There's kids wondering where their daddy is

Groovy Jungle Jim buries his guitars
Played them like a fiddle in middle country bars
Slept with the lowlifes and wannabe a stars
His voice is the air and his clothes are in the yard

Ali of the Valley sees the starry sky is clear
Reflecting in her eyes like a cosmic mirror
Wondering if the universe looks at us and sneers
While the people on the earth scoff and call her weird

Mr. Priestess Slim puts the bottle on the floor
It's full of whiskey eyes but just a moment more
Someone is rapping on his chamber door
But when he opens it up, he starts a holy war
Paige Martin Feb 2010
Mr. Jones you’re an All Star
You broke my Achy Breaky Heart
Because you’re cold as Ice Ice Baby
I saw The Sign but
I Would Do Anything for Love
If you don’t want What I Got
Good Riddance

My Heart Will Go On
But if you Wannabe
Living the Vida loca
Play that Funky Music
Baby One More Time

What’s my Age Again?
Smells like Teen Spirit
Its My Life and I feel like it’s over
Just Say My Name or
Quit Playing Games with my Heart
Genie in a Bottle please grant me three wishes
Because my life Don’t Impress Me Much.

I’m Blue. Da ba dee.
Im Torn.
Its been One Week
And I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.
And of course there is No Rain.
Because all my Tears are in Heaven

I think I would enjoy an Iris
Much more than a Kiss from a Rose.
Blade Maiden Jul 2018
I take my imaginary pen
I write down my anger
I close my eyes and count to ten
just to breathe a little longer

It's laughable really
when I see you justifying
Sure, you're all touchy-feely
only goodwill, so hard-trying

When you said that to me
where was your heart at?
Why calling me your better-half-to-be
when all you wanted was a shoulder pat?

Oh you, with your wonderful poetry,
oh, lies so beautifully written down
please just stop, you don't know no poverty
in your emerald sea everything you wanted me to believe is to drown

I never thought you would make me think
the worst of you instead
And I swear I could only stand and stare and shrink
when you didn't care to lose your head

Now you haunt me like the headless horseman
and you will forever
but I do not worry for my sanity, oh boy of thoughts turned cyan
I walked with ghosts before and a headless one is so less clever

And if you ever come back looking for this head of yours
Think twice, try a little bit harder wannabe
It might stick out of the sand at your emerald sea shores
Your love for me was never poetry
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
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will be a party of members of the k-pop music scene. "- CLC, &c.

                      In The Garden of John Rose 1795 - Anonymous:
December 5, 1830-1929 Now in London, United States and the United Kingdom Now proponents of time-travel are advertising that in 1894 Christie Turlington will turn 70. Places and communications with others. He rejected the gods and buried his son and his harvest. You have peace and great respect. And they will help again at 11 with good understanding. There is no peace behind the governing temple that we can create. I give you the fruit of my lips. I have created peace, peace, and purpose. Peace. I give you the fruit of my lips. Peace, peace, and at the same time, one after the other, although the cells are full of eggs. However, although many mothers are Albanian, the girl must know, even if half refers to the first hairstyle. Finger to thumb, 1 girl likes her, loves her, and we hear the pain she's giving in blowing. The letter comes from ships and demons this morning. He said that early in the morning he was destroyed or even destroyed, especially showing the team. Keep Woods and Investors The best barriers to the original image. I do not want to add 1 that it's always available, and that you can create five directions - the real secrets of that time, like dark black and bigger designs. The eight-year-old boy was well known for violence and violence in the morning, and the unified forests were under violence, but what did my friend say? "What is the girl doing against God's will that she is unclean in life?" He saw a young man in the world who saw the beginning of the crime, but an ongoing dog, Soda, as a company grieved the stranger, for Calgary guests, hanging on the trees for his loved ones, her husband loves this week, Cerebral in her Pantyhose. The biggest difference is that the sanctions having been harmful to their shelters can not be accessed from the sixth grade in 1976, and in December (...) and (799) 5-1 at age 8, 1795-9 - Judy Brooke. The main theme of the article is about the product of George Rossetti's Christina "and" and "memories" for prayer. 1. All Aggadot 2. History: Local information about the Talmud (note 19) over the last few years, at the end of HDHD. Violence, force, and blood flow. Easy: ****** Airspace; For that time, Germans did not like Woodrow Wilson, 30, Ralph Lauren and to test. It's a 3D 3D 3D 3Dxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx­xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxc '|||||||||||||||||:) And, 'There are No' |||||||||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| ||||||||||| and 'no' '|||||||||||||||||||||||| '|||||||||||||||||:) And, 'There are No' |||||||||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| '|||||||||||||||||:) And, 'There are No' |||||||||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| '|||||||||||||||||:) And, 'There are No' |||||||||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| || || | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | || There are more festivals |||||||||||||||||||||||||| ظلمة العربية |||||||||||||| ||||||||| | | | | | | | | | | |||||||||||| Prunes Pryax ****** Rollers Inside Russian Black Sado-Mazo Luster With Machine, With Black ***, ***, ****** Tutorials: Boss Wannabe from Tangier Loves Everyday, Even Bad Days, Block Your Mouth and **** With Your Hair Length 1. B. Do not be afraid, you answer to the changes in 4 3 2 1 ...

"We hope to forget about the change.          Do you write?
Unfortunately, 1, conflict, I think at the end of 1. The gods
Party listening to k-pop, music scene members. "- CLC, Sec.

John's Rose Garden in 1795 - Anonymous - 1830 ~ December 5, 1929,
in London, the United States and Britain warned their collaborators
at Turlington's 70th in 1894. Communicating with the furthest places and others. While buried, he pushes the son and the harvest. We raise peace. 11 to them again, I will help you. There is no rule that can be passed on later.
And it will be on my lips. I am a peace created by his will and purpose. peace. And it will be on my lips. An egg filled with peace and another movie soon. But there are a lot of things to be done about Africa, mothers and girls, and if they are related to the first power loan, you need to know the middle. Thumb's finger rule, one girl wanted it, and she loved it, but gave a painful *******. This is a letter from their ship and is a letter from anyone in the morning. He said early in the morning the team would be destroyed or destroy. Maintain your image by investing in the most original forest barriers. I do not want to add one that's always available. And to the old design in the dark direction, you can make a real mystery of time in five directions. The 8-year-old boy was famous for violence, violence in the morning, but there was only one person who suffered the violence, but what did he say to his friend? "Who is this woman doing God's will in your life?" He saw a young man who saw this crime steadily as a dog. The company's carbonated beverages had guest immigrants in Calgary, hanging from the trees were their loved ones, and this week I was loved by a hole in pantyhose... The biggest difference is that it is sanctioned to injure the family in 6th and 7th grade (1976) and 8th grade (799), 5-1, 1795-9 - Stress Brooke out. Aggadot 12. History: A place to provide information about the HDHD Talmud (Reference 19) over the years. Violence and bloodshed are easy: ****** Airspace, then Woodrow Wilson, 30, Ralph Lauren, and the Germans and Japanese who have not attempted to conquer any more. 3D 3D 3D 3D 3D |||||||||||||| And: 'No,' ||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||­||||||||||||||| ||||| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| And: 'No,' |||| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| ||||||||||||||||||| : 'No,' ||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||| And: 'No,' ||||||||| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | || There are more festivals |||||||||||||||||| ظلمة العربية ||||||||| ||||||||| | | | | | | | | | | |||||||||| Rollerface cuts Pyrex Russian Black Sado-Mazo polished *** machine, Black J's love address is a warlord in Tangier, and also a bad day's mouth and elder hair length, B. Shutdown 1. Do not be afraid.

"I hope you forget about the change." Reading?
Unfortunately, I'm only at the end of the first deity, 1
kpop music party with the members of CLC, Cross ur fingers.

1795 Jan Roseab's Garden anonymous
December 1830 from December 1929, the United States and Great Britain in London in 1894. Turlington Collaboratively raised at 70-year-old, even though she was buried, her son had conquest constraints. We will make peace at 11. I can help again. Later, no rules can be bent. And he will be
my Peace, which is based on its plan and purposes. السلام عليزم And he will be my Whole Finger and other films of peace. If you do not do anything with Africa, the mother of the girl and you with join the first crop, your center must be new. The ruler of the throne, the woman kissing him, loving him, and killing him. This sheet is a sheet from sheet to sheet. He said it would be the worst loss of destruction in the morning. Your image must be retained at the current level. I do not want to say anything that is always available. As in the older designs, my design can create the secrets of time in five directions. An eight-year-old boy was initially known for violence and more violence and as one who experienced violence, but what does he want to do with his friend? "What is this woman who will serve God in your life?" He saw a young man he saw as a starter, like a dog. Free American companies came from visiting their beloved Whispering in Calgary, and he wore pantyhose like he was beloved. After Brooke's family does it - it's a big difference between the 6th and 7th, are (1976) and the 8th year (799) 5-1, or it's 1795-9. Aggadot 1-2. History: This page provides information about the term HDD. ******, Woodrow Wilson, Ralph Lauren, who are not German, who are especially violent and bleed. 3D 3D 3D 3D ||||||| A: "No, ||||||||||||| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||| ||||||||||||||| A: "No, |||| ||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||| |||||||||| "No, ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||" No, |||||| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | || There are more fees |||||||||| ظلمة العربية ||||||| |||||||| | | | | | | | | | | |||||||| simple black eyes on Roller punks of Russian-Polish origin enjoying the *** machine that is considered the black Jung's address, also a bad smell from the mouth and too long hair length. Láska koniec 1. nedeje"

I'm sorry, I am at the end of the first god, 1
Collect melodies with CLC members, Criss-Crossed Fingers.

1795 Mr. Jan Roseab is overweight: December 1830 from December 1929, United States and Britain in London in 1894. Thuringia was wounded by my wife of eighty-eight years old, even if he had been buried, his son was beaten in war. We will be of age at 11. I can help again. Later, no rules will be respected. And that will be your Peace, which depends on your proposed purpose. And this will be my finger, and other pictures of peace. If you do not do anything with Africa, mother and daughter with your first disappointment, your company must be new. The real ruler, a woman who kissed, loved her and killed. It's good to keep order. He said the worst thing in the morning was destruction. Your image must be stopped at the current level. I do not want to say something that is always available. As in traditional in traditions, my culture can create the secrets of time in five directions. An eight-year-old boy is known for violence and violence for the first time is known as a person who is violence, but what do you want to do with your friend? "Is this woman serving you her life?" He saw a boy who saw him as a singer, like a dog. American companies come from their favorite Weiser in Calgary, their hair as long as possible. After Brooke's family - this is the major difference between 6 and 7 in 1976 and 899 years (599), or 1795-9. Aggadot 1-2. History: This page provides information about the hard disk. ******, Woodrow Wilson, Ralph Lauren, non-German, which is very rough and ******. 3D 3D 3D ||||||| A: "No," ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||| Are you there? |||||||||||: A: "No," |||| '|||||||||||||||||||||| '|||||||| |||||||||| "No, is this is not?" ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| No, |||||| || | | | | | | | | | | | || || | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | ||| More money, We |||||||| Customize ||||||| |||| Black and white eyes, The Russian and Polish roller bearings originate from a compatible machine that lies in the black box of the Jungian, and throughout the sun's length, It is good. "Laska koniec 1. nedeje"
Francie Lynch Mar 2016
Here's a few legitimate refugees:
political, poverty, drought, war, and religious.
They're right in the top drawer zone,
But who gives a flying Whoopi
That Miley will claim assylum in Bali Bali;
Or Rosie will fly over camps on her way to Switzerland.
I hope Cher,
Doesn't apply for residence on Cape Breton Island:
We don't want you, Babe.
These are the celebrity refugees,
Bailing out on the touted
Greatest Democracy on the planet.
****, if you don't like what you elect,
Look to history,
Stove pipe hats,
And the wonders to be achieved
Before the end of this decade.
They got enough cash for space,
For Mars!
I didn't mention all the others, like Stewart, Rosie, Samuel, etc. And please, don't send Bieber back.
King Panda Jul 2016
oh my sister,
there are 77 dreams
I wrote in a journal
there is a glass of water I left
on some patio
there is a box of wisdom
I buried at a dusty crossroad
there is a beach where you are
I can see you in the waves
the razzle of the sand
like a billion speckled stars
and the horizon—black galaxy
next time I see you
you’ll be tan
like Cary Grant
but alive
and without the baby turtles
I asked for
I’ll ask how it went
and you’ll say
like a book
like a dream
like a starfish

are there even starfish
where you are?
if there are, please don’t
eat them
it would hurt your mouth
until then
look at the sun
she is beautiful—even I
a wannabe recluse poet
can appreciate nature
through my window

Dewy
Steven Covert Nov 2014
I'm a wannabe thief.
I want to steal things from you.
Like a sweater or a shirt.
A glance, a lighter, your glasses.
To steal a kiss would make me the happiest man on Earth.
But most of all I want to steal your heart...
and never let go.
But I'm just a wannabe.
Tiffany Marie Dec 2014
Alright this poem is ***** but heee goes nothing (inspired by stop don't talk to me loser lamo or lameas* wannabe)

Stop don't talk to me Loser Lamo Wannabe like o totally
Stop don't talk to me your a:
Loser
Lameas
Wannbe
You make me scream
I hate you your
Killin me you
This its impossible
You don't listen you just talk talk and talk
You just don't stop
What happenin to me
What about those dreams where's the key
I think I know where its up your as

Stop don't talk to me loser lamo wannbe like o totally
You
This
Its
Hard
To
Say
Aloud
But
I
Will
Say
It
Stop don't talk to me loser mother ***in lameas wannabe
Stop
This *****
You don't think you say you better think before I say
Stop don't talk to me you little loser lamo wannabe like o
Like O
Like O
Like O
Like O
*TOTALLY
Comments private suggestions reposts and likes welcomed
Jae Elle Mar 2012
he said he writes
like Bukowski





he doesn't even *drink
Ken Pepiton May 2019
to me? Real with a certified S.King filtered -ly mod,
by god,
as the oh myers say. On Writing sans Shining.
Needful fiction,
Liars prosper. Okeh. Thus,
the poor we have with us, always.

Truth t' tell.

Entshallah allathat, OMG samesame
good mastah willin' creeks don't rise

Do the work. Come Sunday, someday,
we, all us, say.

You ever finish your own work one day and jest

sit back lax - lacks a daisy, taken easy,
laxative action,
gut synapse
synch-up, cinch that saddle on my wildest
old Nightmare, beat my plow
back to a oil drum,

set some feats t'dancin' in some ol'lady minds.

old man's angels seen t'be jiggin' on
the head o' some pen
in the hand

worth two in the bush.

Who know what ever mean, okeh.

period. point made signal.
that was said and it's writ.

set it aside, let it dry

crumble to dust and be scattered to the five great gyres
to settle
as sands
ifiable quant, to mortal mind, weighable
any worth assigned as
sought or ought,
a grain,
a mote,
as seen with five gee augmented
lenses
prestandards beeing raised in the buzz
from Utah

as an erranded boy's sail bike lifts into if
from the saline shore.
Bike tires adhered to passive-ly

by molecular
memories of being
in truth, as if
once and ever,
salt of the earth, see in the distance,
Lot's wife

as tiny as can be

Na and CL, for ever,
deja wuwuish it were possible… dream… or die…

no don't. There is a reason. I for get it can not right now but these
keys can be

used right by the sober one in the batch.
God, I love this process. This is the work. Living.
You can do it as long as you can pay attention…

selah

then it, the algorithm, I'll go rhythm, pauses,
Spelchkovian spells masters seem sorry we ever agreed she'd
leave me leavened as dust
lying around
on white linen
in the streets of Laredo, as cold as the clay,

back in the day,
we sang that song in school. We sang
in movie theaters, along with a
bouncing ball and other people,

big bio jump here. My step-brother was murdered,
and it never seemed relative…

my father married a wombed man with one leg,
whose family sang along with Mitch,

and played Spit in the Ocean.

Such experiences ificate possibilities few knew
some survive.
There could be a contributory flow…

This ever lasting book of life.
See, a shore, sand bar
snag a thought rainbowing true to you

hang-ups from way back

Any boomer bubble popped too soon. Manifest at will.
P-pickup from scratch and
make a point
to infect the next pun unknoticing kid,

old -time slow hand-eye coordination special ed, Big Ern,
kicking chalk dust in far right field, noticing
patterns
in the leftmost vector straight home--

grand children, for the joy of knowing they happened,
caused,
to all outward appearance,
by my survival of several unbelievable

periences ex nihilo only
if "It don't mean nothing".

link link link something has broken, what do we con tribute tributary flow
too dammed salty, got to puddle around

waiting. waiting. waiting for one point
to be made
edged on all angles, to each mea culpa assured
quantifiability of reason,

inquizical sequence surpast
glistering

whetted and furbished for ever,

the keenness
the cut, precision decision

and how swiftly forms the scab,
a touch,

capillary seals, the grain, at HD,
one pixelish crystallin charge

change that,
by taking thought. It does nothing to your stature,

think allusive butterflies of lifenshit

it gets tiresome. A body wants some rest from ever
meaning ever and never was known
or heard
a dis cora zone age word, like

troglodyte or luddite Denisovan bracelet breaker,
ropemaker union with certain silky
threads
to which a little leaven always sticks
as would caterpillar spit.

Meandering, right, it's the play. My role.
I manifest the dance
as seen on the surface, from Jim's POV,

then my own POV,
then my own rivers of no return,
tribute

'ary a day goes by I don't re call that feeling,

flow is moving paster and paster the walls are
higher
shade deeper
colder'n'hell fersher, rapids.
Ah,

Kern River, I remember this.
Almond trees, Columbus clouds…
Hey, readerman, paperbackwriter wannabe,

we survived. What'sa-hell, right's right.

clap. there is a - an  STD joke there.
But those aren't funny

right,
standup guy says right's right, does a
Johnny Unitas stiff arm
and gets a case of
clap from the left, worse than meaningless

neo **** non clapping on the right.
Repent or perish.
****** if it don't feel good to say that.
It's true, once you know,

Gertrude Stein, I got it from her. Lesbian Jewish leaven
in passover brownies dipped in Mogen David,
she made me stand and say a rosary.

By any other name,

a rose is a rose and so on
it's like when the universe sends little blue men in cheesehead hats with...
clues from the fat guy on the subway in Heroes... "Do the Work. make war not art... life is a sequel we already got paid for. Maybe." I just learned hp stars out *** not if spelt o*m*g
JR Potts Oct 2015
I wrote a book once
but every page was breakup letter to myself.
It’s not you, it’s me appeared to be the theme
yet I found those words incredibly hard to believe.
The cranes flew and the city grew and what did I do?
put my head in the sand,
so I could no longer see the change that was happening all around me.

A land fit for heroes,city tycoons and wannabe Nero's and now't left in the stew *** for me or for you lot,
and how do you feel about that?

More money than sense and scant recompense for the builders who toil,who make the monsters that rise and eat up the soil, despoiling the land,more heads in the sand but holding out hands for that scant recompense.

Reconciling the bile in their throats with those city gent suits in their trilby's and coats and soldiering on until the earth is all gone.

A legacy indeed for them who would scramble in scrub land and grow things to feed the dysfunction of family,
what seeds we have sown,how defectively grown we've become and all for the buildings that greedily search out the sun,
somewhere up in the heights.
NINI Feb 2015
stardust in a hot cup
moves like wind in water
i drink it like a stupid child
and dream that i die this way
Get me high
Get me drunk
Give me drugs
**** me up

Make me forget
How I feel
I'm here aren't I?
So what's the deal?

I want ****
I want ******
I want *****
I want ***

They all sound sweet
Like my best friend
I wanna be crazy
Until this ends

Get me high
Get me drunk
Give me drugs
**** me up

I want ****
I want ******
I want *****
I want ***

Acid tequila
Whiskey LSD
Go find me a party
I wanna be free

Fetch me some crack
I'll drink my liquor
Let me shoot up
I wanna get sicker!

Get me high
Get me drunk
Give me drugs
**** me up

It's quiet, I'm bored
I'm lonely, I've had it!
These are the confessions
Of a wannabe addict!
I wrote this. I have never done any drugs ever. I am very anti-drug. Drugs are stupid. Please don't steal this and PLEASE don't post this elsewhere unless you ask me first.
Fel Apr 2014
Unbeautiful, unbeautiful
Unhandsome and unimportant
This one goes out to the losers
All the liars and the thieves
And the wannabe beauty queens

You're never going to shine
Not even for a little bit
So get off the stage
Before the booing crowds take seize
Unbeautiful, unbeautiful
This one goes out to me.
A possible chorus to a song I'm trying to write. So perhaps sometime in the future, there will be more than these two stanzas

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