Sonnet № 67303
Life on the Sidewalk (with superfluous vulgarisms)
Life hurts, Son,
My mother advised me,
In between puffs on her crack pipe,
Life really fucking hurts.
I thought my girlfriend understood me,
But shit no!
She was just another fucking ho,
Vending cunt down some scum-ridden bar.
In sex there's no fulfilment,
The stinking beads of sweat,
Running down my erect cock,
Provide no anaesthesia.
This city is like a weeping sore,
It eats away at my very sole,
Day after fucking day,
Relentless despair is my burden.
Last year, my best bud was mown down,
In a pointless fucking drive-by,
I held up a liquor store to get even,
Shit, that's just the way things are around here.
I guide the needle in,
For a while it will numb my senses,
Leaving me oblivious to the torment,
Of my shitty everyday life.
Fuck it!
No one sees the pain inside.
39 comments
FUCK
FUCK you fist fuck ur loose ass you sniffling bitch.
go get some clusure from princess diana who gives a fuck.
you cunt from down the street wanting a free ride.
bitch wore cry to ur fatha.
NIGLET BITCH.
your poems
SUCK
SUCK
SUCK
harder then you do.
BTW - clusure, is spelled closure and it appears that dispite your perspective of our friend here, he can at least spell. So honor us that much before you attack someone else.
Just another story bout a poor boy in the hood. arrr!!! think I'll take a nap.
Then the doctor came in. He said he was tired of treating little punks like me and threw me out the back door along with the medical waste. I wandered the streets for a long time. I was really fucking freezing cold; it was snowing and I was still wearing my backless hospital gown. Eventually I found this homeless shelter. There was this guy dressed as santa clause, with a real crumby fake beard. He was a real phoney. He was giving out presents and cups of lettuce soup to homeless kids, so I went up to see him. But then I just puked up in his face, I didn't mean to, I swear to god, but I did. He hauled me out onto the street and started to kick my fucking face in. I looked up at him pleadingly, his santa's beard dripping with puke and all. Then he took a real heavy present and lobbed it at my head. It took a couple of teeth out. I pushed myself up from the freezing slush, and opened the parcel. It was a Corby trouser press.
You really are the funniest mother fucker on this site! I'd love to have a stout with you and shoot the shit! Dat wouldn't be a sin would it?
Chill out! You obviously from the berbs! Can't rap with me and Darky, we genuine hoods...know what I'm sayin? Just cause you roamin round the mall with yo pants down to yo knees and yo hat tilted like a homey don't mean you can play dat shit wit us bad ass mother fuckers. You playin wit fire white-boy. Got my back Darky?
It reminded me of a pimple rap rant. Thanks for cheering me up on this miserable monday. 8
Yaaaaaawn. Oh not another drive by?!
You should add a note that reads; "I want you all to know that I thought long and hard about what I was going to say in this poem and not having any real ability to communicate without my penis in my hand, I had to think up some over played excuse of sentiment in the hopes that someone might like my po-ems." while holding your little wee wee so you don't wet yourself from the excitement of it all.
"AIDS The Wonderhorse" (Limerick) by -=Dark_Angel=-
There once was some AIDS in a [fortune] cookie
That was sold by a dunce to a bookie
For the fool had not seen
Where the virus had been
So he peddled it off like a rookie!
That's the funniest thing I've eggver heard.
You aren't making a wonderful first impression...
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