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| The Pretentious Poet |
(Dedicated to the Memory of Lazare Ponticelli)
In Couchie fields, come do some blow
Between the beer cans, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the box
Sir Jagger, bravely singing, rocks
Scarce heard amid the gyps below.
We are passed out. Short hours ago
We drank too fucking much merlot,
then wet our pants, and now we lie
In Couchie fields.
Take up our quarrel with the Joe:
To you from failing hands we throw
Sobriety; Us don't rebuke.
If ye break faith with those who puke
It shall not pass, though squirrels grow
In Couchie fields.
[Edited by John McCrae]
[Edited by The Pretentious Poet] |
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| PartyDoll MEG |
I have no words, Mr. Poet
You have outdone yourself again
Go have some more merlot... |
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| pdog |
Does this post make my ass look fat?
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| The Pretentious Poet |
Come on Meg! Poetrys is fun!
Try it once! It can be done!
(Dedicated to the Memory of Cardinal Fang's "Secret Stash")
In P's backseat I leave my pills,
To cure his little children's ills,
Give one to T, one on the floor,
What do I care? I'm out the door!
In P's backseat
(Dedicated to the Memory of SS's tambourine)
On Fleabit's stage, I'm in the zones.
Hell yeah! I'm just like Davy Jones.
After the show, I'll bed some chick
Now do you want to stop being a dick?
On Fleabit's stage
(Dedicated to the Memory of Flea's temper)
In New York town, we shall not greet!
For I will be across the street.
You won't see me, we will not chat
Cause Fiji called my girlfriend fat
Across the street!
(Dedicated to the Memory of Tele's wallet)
In Wisconsin, a shoe is trashed
By one who likes to dine and dash.
He'll order food, another round
Now the bill's here - he can't be found!
In Wisconsin
(Dedicated to the Memory of Scrounge's underwear drawer)
In Scroungie's mailbox, a Paris thong
Gets dumped where it does not belong.
It won't survive to TomL's camp
Cause Scrounge forgot to lick the stamp!
In Scrounge's box.
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| The Pretentious Poet |
WTF? I'm just plain shocked.
You always get my good threads locked!
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| PartyDoll MEG |
Looks like your thread survived
unlike Lazare...RIP
Ya know Pretentious
I am no poet
and I know it!!
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| Fiji Joe |
quote:
The Pretentious Poet wrote:
Come on Meg! Poetrys is fun!
Try it once! It can be done!
(Dedicated to the Memory of Cardinal Fang's "Secret Stash")
In P's backseat I leave my pills,
To cure his little children's ills,
Give one to T, one on the floor,
What do I care? I'm out the door!
In P's backseat
(Dedicated to the Memory of SS's tambourine)
On Fleabit's stage, I'm in the zones.
Hell yeah! I'm just like Davy Jones.
After the show, I'll bed some chick
Now do you want to stop being a dick?
On Fleabit's stage
(Dedicated to the Memory of Flea's temper)
In New York town, we shall not greet!
For I will be across the street.
You won't see me, we will not chat
Cause Fiji called my girlfriend fat
Across the street!
(Dedicated to the Memory of Tele's wallet)
In Wisconsin, a shoe is trashed
By one who likes to dine and dash.
He'll order food, another round
Now the bill's here - he can't be found!
In Wisconsin
(Dedicated to the Memory of Scrounge's underwear drawer)
In Scroungie's mailbox, a Paris thong
Gets dumped where it does not belong.
It won't survive to TomL's camp
Cause Scrounge forgot to lick the stamp!
In Scrounge's box.
This right here is why you're out of the band... |
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| Starbuck |
quote:
This right here is why you're out of the band...
dude....the kid's got game. |
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| PartyDoll MEG |
quote:
Starbuck wrote:
dude....the kid's got game.
He's got somethin' thats for sure
A gift for rhymn.. oh so pure
His musical rhymns might not make him a singin mo'fo
But with the laughs he bring you forget your woes
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| Fiji Joe |
quote:
PartyDoll MEG wrote:
He's got somethin' thats for sure
A gift for rhymn.. oh so pure
His musical rhymns might not make him a singin mo'fo
But with the laughs he bring you forget your woes
A ryhming hack, pure and simp
Buttocks firm, but wrists are limp
Quick on the keys, but slow with the wit
just another slack-jawed, knock-kneed, imposter twit |
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| TampabayStone |
quote:
pdog wrote:
Does this post make my ass look fat?
Absolutemente NO! |
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