'oh so tired' constituents
reeking of garlic and lies

From: lordfuznut

Reeking of garlic and lies
he tried to hide behind
that awful disguise.

Years had come and gone
and I lye weary from the
investigation which seem
to have no answers.

Blood shot eyes and exhaustion
that I can't describe, these things
had overcome what was once a
truer part of me.

A Beautiful vibrant youth, full of energy.

So to me he was the vampire of
life and I have yet to solve this
mystery.

Hate have I for he has taken so much
of my own precious life away from me.

Yet, I will not sleep till hell be his home.

from Christa

Yet, I will not sleep till hell be his home.
looks to me like the end of a poem: the beginning

looks to me like "the end"
of a poem (the beginning)
bill used to / kiss
with out of business eyes
[closed] and under contruction /
while mary inhaled laughter
on trundle beds of forgiveness
tuck(ed) clumsily
behind flashing neon
waterbedded sighs|thighs.

waterbedded sighs | thighs.
naked bitches eyes | lies.
try this out for size | guys:
kaboooooooooooooooooom!

from lordfuznut":


Kaboooooooooooooooooom!
Black suits fill the room
as mcs feel the impending doom
upon my arrival!

Their thoughts consumed
with changing their tune...,
I'll ruin their chances
for survival!

I'm bringing back skills
by the strength of my will,
sex appeal, &
multiple topics!

I'll make them all yield
to the styles that I wield.
The ladies are thrilled...,
A new pilot in their cockpit!

From oldschooldetroit:

A new pilot in their cockpit!
Shittt -the man’s gonna sock it
with his down rap and meaning.

But these ladies ain’t buying
all that Detroit jive flying,
a sorry-ass pilot frontin’.

Get your wallet, fly boy
‘cause we ain’t your girl toy,
we deserve more than that!!!!

so treat these sistas right, and
you’ll be in a cockpit REAL tight,
gettin’ off on a wing and a prayer!!!

from loisseau:

Gettin' off on a wing and a prayer?
Well you're not my kind of girl, so there!
I treat all sistas right, competitors to the left;
your critique's incomplete, accuracy's bereft!

your critique's incomplete, accuracy's bereft
said the man throwing stones
in his reinforced
bullet proof
glass house;
thinking he was safe as houses
until
the rebounding force continuum broke his spirit in a moment of weirdness

from lordfuznut:

The rebounding force continuum broke his spirit
in a moment of weirdness. Shattered, he sat
beneath an apple tree, and wondered if Leibnitz
had solved Zeno's Paradox, applying the calculus.

The red orb fell and popped him on the gourd,
rebounding into his lap. Weird thoughts of how
close is close came to him, and in the limit,
close was good enough, said Issac of Newton,

so he ate the apple as she had done before him.

From loisseau


so he ate the apple as she had done before him.
Did he even realize? Maybe he had lost his mind.
Had he honestly thought that apple was his, OH MY
GOODNESS, this man is truly crazy.

hold up the phone to your ear and dial the funny farm.
This man is a looney toon. Eating that ladies apple!?!
Okay, the man craves attention, that's got to be it.

so my friend tells me that those two are passionate about
each other and now I find out the whole story. The man
isn't as crazy as I thought. Still violently in love with the
women of his dreams. HMMMM, maybe this is what
he needed in his life.

Good Heavens I am truly jealous.

Passion Fruit is what I need.

Passion Fruit is what I need
fill my mouth up with your seed

from lordfuznut:

Fill my mouth up with your seed,
a request to be denied as it violates
one of the three immortal truths:
The check is in the mail.
I'll respect you in the morning, and
I won't come in your mouth.

From loisseau

"I won't come in your mouth,
no matter how you beg.
Nope you cannot suck me,
so let go of my leg."

His eyes are steely bright,
His nerves are solid granite,
He fends off all advances
like he's from another planet.

The gals think he's tremendous,
the fellas think he's silly,
I think he'll be sorry if
he doesn't wet his willy.

He doesn't wet his willy
so he doesn't get the filly.

Farmer Jones

Farmer Jones had tourettes
get orf moi - fucking shithouse piss pot wanker - land

from lordfuznut:

Get orf moi - fucking shithouse piss pot wanker!!
- land under his stomach, as the poof in
red knickers leapt on his back, pinning him down.

"Listen, darling, you run at the mouth again
like that in front of my sister, I'll have my
way with you again, make you toss my salad".

"Now for a little bum schtupping, you tender soul."

cont'd from loisseau:

"Now for a little bum schtupping, you tender soul."
a whisper from the upper bunk. Relationships
differ in the world of prison sex, but the need
is the same. We hold on to the sense of us,
the quiet cry for for closeness.

from loisseau
f
The quiet cry for closeness
screamed by the heart
Drained by the yes...

Your warmth has left your body
your lips now stiff and cold.
But the love we had: Never
To leave and will continue
To enchant this disenchanted heart.

from: ytserresty

To enchant this disenchanted heart.

Holding her heart hostage will not
bring her disenchanted heart to loving
the man behind the desk.

Do you really think you can enchant
her heart, you can't even speak clearly
when you meet her at the water fountain?

To hold in your hands the one thing
you can't have in your heart.

Grasping the last sentence in your
friends paragraph with the hope
of finding your way in to enchant
this mermaid of mystery.

Don't think, just be, then she'll see.

The silence of you works excitement in me,
I know it will work for her.

She's a simple song bird in need of you.

Enchant away in silence.

Enchant away in silence
like a slug at the lettuce

from lordfuznut:


Like a slug at the lettuce,
you spoil my appetite.
Like most mcs of today...,
you probably can't rap it right!
...have problems with your lady,
you say she ain't acting right?
She's trying to get away...,
to get in my lap tonight!

from me:

To get in my lap tonight is her plan;
The reason?
She wants to feel a real man!
The type that listens & understands...,
exactly what "She Wanna"...;
her wish is my command!

her wish is my command!
and other fantasies, by O. Meeba

from lordfuznut:

"And other fantasies, by O. Meeba."
Ah yes, a single cell tome that whipped
my paramecium need to a frenzy;
my cilia waving to and fro, soon a mitotic
splash of ions into your Petri dish!