bad poet's society
- Happy Poem -
shave and engrave
enslave me with rabies
my hands are the plague
one foot in the gravy
- Angry Poem -
fuck this
fuck that
fuck you
fuck us
fucky fucky fucky
at the back of the fuck bus
- Sad Non-Rhymey Poem -
my birch bark soul
awake
to watch myself sleep
in a waking dream,
your hangnail
lucid
smells like coffee
and pine,
the bottom of the sea
a thousand starving fax machines
woah
love ain't no stranger
- Sexy Poem -
if you’re horny, let’s do it
ride it, my pony
my saddle’s waitin’
come and jump on it*
*[i actually stole this one from Ginuwine. what the hell happened to Ginuwine? he's probably on some island with Skee-Lo and Lou Bega.]
shave and engrave
enslave me with rabies
my hands are the plague
one foot in the gravy
- Angry Poem -
fuck this
fuck that
fuck you
fuck us
fucky fucky fucky
at the back of the fuck bus
- Sad Non-Rhymey Poem -
my birch bark soul
awake
to watch myself sleep
in a waking dream,
your hangnail
lucid
smells like coffee
and pine,
the bottom of the sea
a thousand starving fax machines
woah
love ain't no stranger
- Sexy Poem -
if you’re horny, let’s do it
ride it, my pony
my saddle’s waitin’
come and jump on it*
*[i actually stole this one from Ginuwine. what the hell happened to Ginuwine? he's probably on some island with Skee-Lo and Lou Bega.]
posted by mike | 8:59 PM
6 Comments:
Sounds like he likes a little junk in the trunk. I don't think we'll be hearing that one at the MTV Music awards.
oh shit man "a thousand starving fax machines"
that is THE BEST line from a poem. Ever.
haha good shit man.
though his lyrics may be bunk, (which they certainly are), Mr. G-Wine brings up a valid argument. is there anything more perfect than the pairing of a beautiful female backside with designer jeans? tight ass designer jeans? no. it's a culmination of everything right in the world. it's the apex of humans as a society. is that rational? are you calling me irrational? because i'll tear your head off. i'll tear it off and i'll throw it over that fence.
Fuck that, just tear that bitches jean's off...
c,mon Tom.
some respect.
you gotta peel a ladies' jeans off real smooth like, preferably with your teeth.
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radio, active
Spiderband
Spins a web
and he sighs
catches thiefs
just like flies
look out!
There goes a Spiderband
Is he strong?
Listen bulbs
He's got radio, active
bulbs
Can he swing from a thread?
Take a look
of her head
Look out!
There goes a Spiderband.
In the chill of a night
at the scene of a crime
like a streak if light
he arives, Justin Tyme
Spiderband, Spiderband
radio, active
Spiderband
Welcome fame,
he's ignored
Action has his reward!
To him,
Life is a great big bank up...
Wherever there's a hand cup...
You'll find a Spiderband!!!!
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