repeat is not just another peice of meat
no, thres more to that boy than just another gay toy
he's got talent, he's got grace, he sluts around all over the place.
Some people call him slow, i just think hes a song writtin ho.
still others say hes a dumbass and was meant to be in a corner.
In all fairness, there are the good points.
He can roll ten perfect joints; He knows how to share and is always fair----except for that dog thing.
Yes, theres more to this guy than meets the eye--i think.
when you get right down to it; he's just a simple man with a simple mind---very simple

Well there is just not much to say about that poem it pretty much jumps up there and wacks you right across the face.

Oh I see miss blue moon is posting her sweet poems for me how nice of u to do so. Well heres one for her.>>> Trickster is she with her feminine ways
And dangerous are the games she plays
A smile at a strange face in the crowd
She might just as well called to him out loud
From the guy she is with he will be her escape
And on his large arms herself will she drape
Give a little to get it all is her favorite saying
And one against the other will she be playing
Drop dead gorges she is like a loaded gun
With every mans heart a target for her fun
Press her luck with a deep passionate kiss
Now the money he has spent he won't miss
Should he try to take what she has not given
And home by someone else will she be driven
For the next guy is but a smile away for her
As a heartbreaker of this she is very sure

i really like the first poem but the second one sucks ass.

yeah, i cant believe some one would actually post such a crappy poem.

hold on while i try to reach that knife in my back.

I don't get it....

High Chester?...

Heres what I think ... How u think u know. Its all about the show, and long things that grow , u will never know.Simple is your best, well now I lay u down to rest. With my bullet in your chest...HAVE A GREAT DAY,, virus

Sucking my ass u do. I know u dirty jew. The things u like the best are pooping on your chest. So give it a rest.

YAWN---
You make me out to be the bad one
well as for me, i am done
You who is so willing to take from a child, that which is rightfully theirs
A sacrifice for one at the price of three? Is that how its suppose to be?
Where you were there and I was here, now I only shed a dry tear
Many times did I wreck this place, then run away and cover my face
What once was, cannot be now
The girl you remembered bound by an eternal vow
Love is where the soul is at rest and chaos rules a soul in distress
No memories of us here, you never came that near

OH AND HAVE A GOOD ONE

what?
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Ya thats what I say ,what the fuck ever. People are all fucked up ,this is not a poem site. Hey Kev. the bank said they are going to give me $70.000 for a house so im lookin to. If u find a good one let me know.

house/studio?

I thought that I was but I wasn't: if I was how could I be at all? I sat in the shade for a moment: I looked down at all I saw : I know the gods laugh at my torment: But you cut the deepest by far: Now I slit my wrist in your bed: I smile as red my love flows: Cause I know when its all over, You'll be the one left alone.
So it is written in the Book of Kane.

Sorry Pete I want to see/hear some poems bring them out folks.

You dirty bitch you think your shit dont stink. So now I must lay you down to sleep. One for you and the man you cant stay true to. Like what hittler did to the Jew I must do to you. Burn on the hill top Iv heard your hip hop. I cant stop rockin till I know your under the ground to rott.

what a son of a bitch
and a nazi bastard with no originality
say--what peacock flew up your ass and decided to make you into an asshole?