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Upon a falling bar stool (Free for all) by PluckyHoe (Pimple) by horus8 And how many times must I wish upon a falling bar stool?
Wondering why...you've took my drink away
And I'm here...(hiccup) blowing all my god damn pay,
Tell me why you've gone and snatch'd me drink away...
Son of a bitch (sneeze)...there has to be a better lay
in this fucking piss trough than the tattoo on your ass.
Tell me now...again, what was your name?
And how many times must I wish upon a falling bar stool.
Wonder she-it... I've blown my whole life away (belch),
And I'm still stuck, with me and your felch...
Wishing for another day and a tighter lay,
Whatever your name is, I fucking love you (wet fart),
Can't keep going on wishing for another bar stool
to break my head wide open on then laugh and pound a boiler maker before
I bend you over the dog house and bone.
And how many times must I wish upon a falling bar stool,
Wonder blankly... you've gone to church to pray.
So tell me now, are you straight for God.
Dumpling, don't keep me waiting fur duckbutter patte.
Cause I... cunt spin around and cackle no mo O tey.
Come on home and let's watch animal planet...
Tell me now...all the men you've popped off the
same fucking stool trying to make me feel special
YOUR JUST LIKE MY MOTHER, TALK IS CHEAP, CHEAP! WHORE.
Now... Where was I ? Yes, toppling off another bar stool.
And how many times must I wish upon a falling bar stool.
Wonder why... you've gone with him to shoot pool.
Tell me now... are my days on this stool numbered.
Can't keep waiting for you to fuck that plumber.
Co dependent tramp, (wheeze)... Read my lips, DIE!!!.
Cause tomorrow I might not be wishing for another bar stool, I might
decide to grow the fuck up, and reveal my true identity, The Count of
Monte Travolte, creator of disco, Nabisco, Sysco, and other corporate
conglomerates,
So fetch my another drink and shut the fuck up, this is my fucking stool
till you see me put my hat on, bitch.
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"Its supposed to be more of a rant than a Ode..."but isn't that what
most songs are long poems and/or verse?" No, Songs are short poems
compressed lyrically with certain heightened aspects repeated for chorus
to emphasis a point
for instance, my barstool" Thought I'd share with you.
*****
Up the ladder:
The Lie (The Last But True One)
Down the ladder:
Love-Anemic
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
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Posted: July 24, 2003 1:24 PM PDT; Last modified: July 24, 2003 1:24 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.9552836 Overall Rank: 152 Comments:
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Don-Quixote @ 204.31.169.75
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24-Jul-03/2:47 PM
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hahahahahahaha. ah horus, man, you never fail do you? this is fucking good.. but do you have to make me feel small? ;P goddamn. blessed with 10.
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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24-Jul-03/4:09 PM
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Your sense of humor will eventually improve your writing dramatically.
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DreamerSupreme @ 204.31.169.75
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24-Jul-03/4:14 PM
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And your comments poking at me, pissing me off to make me do better.. like a deranged mentor. thanks.
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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24-Jul-03/4:09 PM
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And, there is no such thing as small, rest assured.
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DreamerSupreme @ 204.31.169.75
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24-Jul-03/4:13 PM
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I feel much better now, thanks ;D
LMMFAOROFL!!!
Worth a -10- or a young virgin sex slave from black markets of China. The -10- was easier to gift wrap so here.
Shit, this really is about SHIT. All the stool! Maybe a good enema may help you out, a cleaning of this stupid ass might be a good thing. Stuff the hose down your throat, eventually it will reach that anal opening of yours.
<YOUR JUST LIKE MY MOTHER, TALK IS CHEAP, CHEAP! (YOU'RE?) WHORE.> Dear old mom did a great job. READ MY LIPS, you're writing, for lack of a better word really does suck, almost as badly as your guitar playing. That slicked back hair, like Slick Willy, must be from all those wet farts, smeared into the scalp. Get a life, read some REAL books. Turn that 8mm camera off, and maybe choke your chicken in front of the Playboy chanel. But please enough of the fucking nonsense.
HA HA HA HA...It's no wonder she died when you were born! Have ya wondered what part of you went with her, or maybe you were the cause of her death! Damned if I would have stuck around with a kid like you. But then I dont make dumb shit movies or play a Mickey Mouse guitar, and sing Mickey songs either. Ah keep on trying, maybe as you mature you will get it. Seems ya got this crowd believing you are a writer! HA HA HA. What a total ass you are.
Oh yeah denial, yep you're in it alright. ~~~
She didn't. I made that up knowing you would grab it and use it, but look again because, you're swinging at the air with the air. LOL.
I'm sorry Thom. Please forgive me. ~~~
Swinging with the air, now THERE is a good title for something.
Forgive you, why, what have you done now? ~ ~ ~
Title for what? A piece on your legs or your dick? LOL. You can't beat me Thom I'm quicker and smarter.
What I'd really like to know is what a guy with your talents as a cinematagrapher, writer and musicain (did I mention just an all around conceited bastard?)is doing sitting in front of a computer at 7:30? It must be your devoted fans bekoning for your attention.
Not to worry this old man got it figured out! ( I Think!) ~
Hey now, do not forget father of the year and budding soft core porn star.
Oh dear, sir you are too flattering, but one movie venture in that area for a friend of mine does not justify budding in the least, but I do thank your noting of my various events. I am however very excited about my son's acceptance into a very good school due to my dilligence and at home teaching these last two years, hey now. Why not mention my other three films that have nothing to do with my softer snugglier porn flick which did quite well on Hbo if my memory serves me right, millions.
Eating dinner, and working on two different writing projects currently (outside of the ranker) it's called windows, Thom, doing more than one thing at once. You should try it one day.
Sure you are.
Why wouldn't I be?
Oh that's right because you say... Ah, I see how this game works. lol
Rosalina Damron
NADA
Now look at what ya done! Damnit all, ya upset the whole apple cart! I think ya better leave be4 more people get pist off
I am not upset. I truly mean it when I say Mr. JBH/JHB is father of the year material. I sent in his nomination to President Bush's "I-love-my-big-daddy" campaign just yesterday. He is a kind and loving citizen and parent, and teaches he wee lad that hard work and incessant cigarette smoking will get you through just about any situation in Hollywood (the toughest town in show business). I am proud of his success, and I, for one, wish to declare this Jeremy Britt day. How about you Thom? Where is your spirit for your fellow man. You are a war hero. Mr. Hours8 battles everyday just to pay the bills. He sucks a bit of dick to make sure the rent is paid on time (high California rents, you know), he constantly battle the temptations of Ornella Muti and her Bulgarian sway. He is a true everyday warrior. And I love him!
All in the past dear sir. But your well spoken tokens of praise and kind words are very much appreciated and noted.
And like I told our president last month (in case I win father of the year, and must see him again) "Mr. Bush, I might be the one on my knees now, but in the end we'll see who gets bent over, sir." Ornella, was tossed off the train long ago, and I, as you can see am a full fledged poet, and easilly, quite easilly may I add, replaced you and your rein at poemranker from a year back <Yawn> I write more poetry than you do now pk that's just evolution. Some have it in spades, others just talk about it. By the way I've enjoyed the things you have been talking of as of late very 'interesting' poetry, I would have thought you might have improved and came back a peer, so that we might spar, but as always you drag in the innocent children, knowing you no longer have, nor did for that matter, have the tongue to lash me properly with. I hoped we might be lovers again, but I cannot part with my poetry against someone so unpoetic and partial to melodrama.
You always did write more poetry than I did. I jot down what I can when I can and hope to find time to work it into something worthwhile. I am not (nor have ever been) a prolific poet. I am just a good one.
The garbage that you make your basketballs & paper airplanes fly into your office depot delux waste basket/paper shredder is of little to no interest to me.
<<hard work and incessant cigarette smoking will get you through just about any situation in Hollywood >>
________________________________________ Well you've finally said something I agree with!
But sweet Thom, I didn't say it? Poet & Knowit did.
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