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The local tramp is a trinket Sitting on the floor Not in a proper house With a bed or a door He was quite a stinker And looked tired too He looked he needed a bed And some rest- phew.
My dad kept having digs at how much time I spend "attached" to my iPhone so I wrote this and sarcastically stuck it to the fridge.
Sex and violence has lost it's charm. I need something to amuse. War is boring, it's not enough, I need a shock down to my shoes. Pedophile lust, tortured blood in the dust. Take all you can.
America. Where pizza comes faster than an ambulance. America. Where the roads are littered with dead animals, trash, and homeless people. America. Where the kids do drugs and drink 'till they drop.
I want a giant LED with retina display. 216 pixels per inch is a step in the right way. Throw in a yacht that I can live in. In sin city it will only be win, win, win.
Muttering under breath, Banging on tables. Swearing obscene curses, People dish out labels. Stale stench of urine, Stumbles over a rock. Muddied coat gets messier People near by mock.
I am the supermarket car washer in the winter The leaf raker in the autumn The lemonade stand on a hot summers day The lawn mower as the spring life comes out to play I am a result of no...
(Da Da Da Da Da). I really gotta share with you all, about my germy blues. (Da Da Da Da Da). These germs are closing in on me and I just don't know what to do. (Da Da Da Da Da).
Too many Vodkas the night before, Wake up in another bed feeling like a whore. Make up smudged around your eyes, Your smile tells a thousand lies. You feel like your in a hamster wheel.
Words They don't only Define a person, place, or idea.
#household I'm the bed that they lie on. The blanket that, keeps them warm. I can be their home, and with me they roam. Tired, hungry and cold, this is how they live.
Do you remember. Back in the day. Of all the old games. That you use to play. Marbles and hangman. Cluedo or snap. Playing Atari. On your dads lap. Cars on the floor. Painting the walls.
the truth beckons any that would hear even the deaf are unable to turn their ear helen keller saw our reality a world formed by conformity to a constricting curse living in it from birth she saw...
Her name is @misslittleDHP she likes to write about poo's and pee. Now she's teamed up with @naaviie, and @chy to bring about a revolution, Its the hottest thing Since mans evolution.
In my day( not too long ago) we didn't have television, we didn't have mobiles( red phone box, press button a), no computers, I pods, I pads etc.
Why would I want to have skin orange as Wotsits. And lips that look like bubblegum balls. Why would I want to have bleached blonde hair. And nails as long as the River Thames.
#100days Heaven where the angels dwell I believe in it, but not in hell. Unless it's this world we're living in Controlled by greed and lust and sin.
There are so many people in this world. 6741341066 to be persist.
I can only stand or lie down - I do not have room to move around, I rarely see the sky and sun, Taken are my children, Shipped off by the tonne, Living only to reproduce, Some...
I wrote this as I am pissed off being a middle aged man out of work. Those of you old enough might remember the tag line from the epic series Boys From The Blackstuff. Gizza job. Gizza job.
Far be it from me to tell anyone what to think. I'm not like that. This is just an observation. But WTF is up with this 50 shades rubbish. I have scanned the book...unimpressed.
If you don't like swearing then don't turn the page ;) Josh out.
The earth; a place of death and a place of birth. It's so beautiful, With its trees that tower over us like emerald skyscrapers, its oceans so true and blue, And the animals of all shapes and sizes.