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Full another terrific love ballad by John K.Y. (Lyric) by Bachus As he looks at the broken ass
Thinking of his empty cast
Realizing he's got nothing to ride
Living his life out of the Archeological dig
Knowing he's got no ass
Is what keeps him in plaster of paris heaven
<Chorus until you are deaf>
So he stares deep inside the hole
Thinking he needs nothing else in life
His tears are real, so's that cancerous mole
growing on his sun burnt ass
So he looks at his full soul
As his life takes a poll
He thinks he knows how to ease onto the broken ass
But with no mummy his peers will just laugh
So he goes back to his hole and decides
To bury himself with his broken ass
<Repeat chorus until you're guitar tells you, "you suck">
Happiness just comes and comes
Depression can live on Kale
His sadness always plums
With nothing left to make him feel like a scientist
And now he knows that it's too early
To try and fix his everlasting broken ass
<Repeat Chorus until the mule rises from the dead>
Because when he stares at the broken ass
He thinks about his empty cantine.
Up the ladder:
if only you could read my mind love
Down the ladder:
Laughter
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 3.625
Posted: June 18, 2003 2:36 PM PDT; Last modified: June 18, 2003 3:13 PM PDTWeighted score: 3.788904 Overall Rank: 13503 Comments:
You're in desperate need of a life....and how do u think Empty is a love song anyway...it really isnt
I don't believe you.
Where do you see any part of it as a love song...the broken glass? the real tears and fake smiles?.....you are one stupid fuck
Are you smarter than me John, because if I'm stupid, you're algea.
Oh that was a good one! You should get it published! Hahhahahahaha im dying of laughter...and being able to say that im smarter than you is really an accomplishment anyway, jerk-off
You are, aren't you?
I have a life, doing what you fail miserably at. Having fun, and getting paid for it. I have a maid, a three car garage, and more time than god! notice
http://www.garageband.com/genre/raprock I have the track of the day, scroll down to confirm. PLPHttttttttttttt. (that was tongue vibrating)
Wow that website is fucked up because that song should not be the track of the day, unless the other songs aren't that good either....you must be very proud to have the track of the day on a website that obviously has no fucking clue what good music is, fucker
Yes, I do.
Since we're friends now... May I call you Corky, Corky?
Yea and all call you Chief Hand-In-Pants!!!!!!
You know, the more you play my cat n mouse game, Corky. the more I win, because I wrote my 'poeme' to piss you off, and it did better then planned. Making me very happy. Ironically, even without trying I'm a better poet than you, Corky, and I'll always be just that Corky, because, I dig where you're scared to even sit. Therefore, young man, perhaps take up water polo and be content in knowing that there is always poetry.com.
oh please stop calling me corky, PLEASE, it hurts me soo much and i find it very offensive PLEASE stop!!! PLEASE!! You are one sad man if you get joy in pissing people half your age off by writing some stupid parody, please stop because it hurts so much...have a nice day and find a life, Dicky McJerkoff
If it doesn't hurt, why are you on my poem pretending you don't care. You would have moved on hours ago.
or Sir Malest-a-lot
That sounds just swell Corky. Could you give me more 0's I love the worst list, it's my second home.
I am very handsome, and have no needs but what the pretty lasses give me. I sir, only molest fruit mostly berries and nuts, but being a dandy in the court of various rulers, I do find myself often being fiddled by the rich and dowried. try again though! Can you say nineteen year old models named Hortencia or Grisel (mixed with the occasional priest or gay Jew). No! I suppose you couldn't get your mouth around that could you? Being so busy with your ahh, lyrics and so on. If you could call them that, that is. Your entire collection of poetry though Corky, could be compressed done to a phrase.
"See my festering ingrown hair, that's not quite ready to pop?" I almost feel for you, but not quite.
I said that my song "full" was a love ballad. A love ballad to archeology, you must have me confused for another.
Hahaha another funny one! good day, CockMaster
hello? mayday? this is cockmaster to Corky. Corky are you out there? Did you notice I changed "stomach" to "cantine" on this edit? get it? full, empty, stomach, cantine, broken ass? All in a days work (actually about 5 minutes, but who cares).
No i didnt notice, please forgive me, Dicky
i don't like being savage about people so i will simply register my agreeance with bachus
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I am an rock star.
http://www.garageband.com/genre/raprock
If you scroll to the bottom of this link you will see that I am Horus8! A moron with a cool job. But you friend are my hero!
2. As a 14-year-old, you have no idea what constitutes a rewarding life. Oh what, you've got a girlfriend and you stare into each other's eyes and write love poems and sometimes she shows you her tits? Wow! That's more rewarding than I can possibly imagine!
2. I haven't been living for a long time, but my life is as rewarding as it possibly can be at my age. And you don't have any clue who i really am and what my life is, so you have no right to judge either, because you DONT know me, at all
2. God, you are such a broken record. Will you please just shut up about "judging" this and "judging" that? I swear you never make a post without whining about people judging you.
Just today you were giving horus8 all this stuff about how he has no life, blah blah blah. And look: Now you're crying and complaining about being judged yourself. You silly little shit. All you do is march up and down, judging your own life to be good and judging everyone else who disagrees to be bad because they're judging you.
All teenagers ever do is approve of things and disapprove of things. It's uninteresting and stupid. This is a site about poetry. horus8 is criticising your poetry. Because you are a whiny teenager, you find it impossible to stay on topic and you invariably try to skew the discussion into some bullshit about JUDGING. If you have something to say about your poetry, say it. Other than "stop judging my poetry", of course. Otherwise, please just stop talking, because everyone has heard what you have to say and you haven't said anything new since you joined the site.
Besides, if your life was such a paradigm of teenage perfection, I doubt you'd be such a whiny little shit.
god'sofmusic.com
kissofthespiderwoman.com
girlonfire.com
gangbox.com
writing two movies
auditions
son's soccer games
cooking dinner
compulsivecleaning
smoking fatties
composing
relaxing
shopping
designing websites and helping other artists (just not you)
because you assume, and don't ask
ECV clampouts
performing
recording
painting
poetry
producing
but most of all telling storys
wanna hear one about you?
http://gangbox.com/mp3/gangbox.mp3