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i have obtained
one of those rubber fingertip thingies
used for flipping through stacks of paper
such as packing slips, purchase orders

happy days are here again
 
i'm sorry
it is sad
unfortunate
you are a good woman
of good character
and you obviously care about your appearance
you obviously put effort into your
hair and makeup
but despite all your efforts
and despite my liking you as a person
and despite my not wanting to think it
and despite my not actually believing it is true
i can't help but muse
each and every time i see you
that you appear as though at some earlier point in life
you were a man

This made me :hahaha:
 
i have obtained
one of those rubber fingertip thingies
used for flipping through stacks of paper
such as packing slips, purchase orders

happy days are here again

killed by a human
 
yes
i have heard the one
about the twelve inch pianist
 
of course what it comes down to
bad supervisor
is your methods
it's like you're standing beside a car
with the window open a tiny crack
and you carefully slide the tip of a syringe
through the open window
and squirt urine
onto the driver's seat
then open the door with a key
and sit in it
 
the reason
i don't like nudie girlie pics
in the warehouse
has nothing to do with political correctness
and i'm not gay you homo
no
it's just that there is one and only one
purpose for that kind of pics
to cause sexual arousal
and i simply don't want or need
to be sexually aroused
working back here
with you smelly knobs
and frankly i'd prefer
you smelly knobs
not be sexually aroused either
 
i can't believe
you could have lived 50+ years
without realizing
and maybe even becoming at peace with the fact
that not everyone
gives a shit about Elvis
 
clearly
you want to be considered
a badass
it would please you
to overhear someone
refer to you
as a badass
you talk about badass stuff
in a badass posture
with an obvious implication that you are the
badass

so okay
i'll go ahead and say it
you're a badass
now what?
 
i can't believe
you could have lived 50+ years
without realizing
and maybe even becoming at peace with the fact
that not everyone
gives a shit about Elvis

the reason
i don't like nudie girlie pics
in the warehouse
has nothing to do with political correctness
and i'm not gay you homo
no
it's just that there is one and only one
purpose for that kind of pics
to cause sexual arousal
and i simply don't want or need
to be sexually aroused
working back here
with you smelly knobs
and frankly i'd prefer
you smelly knobs
not be sexually aroused either

yes
i have heard the one
about the twelve inch pianist

:lmao:

:10:

More!
 
hello? is it me you're looking for?
i can smell it in your thighs,
youve been eating too many french fries
and its starting to affect my eyes
so stop it with your lies
does this come as a surprise
whatever it is
i hope it dies.
 
It has been a long time since I confided in you old friend,
are you still my comrade,
my peace in a time of need?
Are you still the truth,
the light at the end of the long dark tunnel?

Or am I simply fooling myself,
are you nothing more then an escape from reality,
are nothing more then a figment of imagination,
something I believe to be true?

I used to find that you offered me
an epiphany,
now it seems there is nothing in site
as far as my soul can see.

Have you stayed true to you?
Have I shut down and become nothing more then a memory?
 
Robert Frost said that writing free verse is like playing tennis without a net. Good thing he never said that to me or I would have had to take him down.
 
you are 20 and i am 50
to me you are beautiful
a focus of attention
sweet, sexy, alive
an ultimate fantasy
an amazing work of natural art

to you i am invisible
i am wallpaper
if you noticed me
which you wouldn't
i might remind you of
your friend's dad's AA sponsor
 
i was going to mail you a pickle
in a standard envelope
maybe i still will
 
Cali and our boy Bread,
are living in my head,
Cali is doing some teasing,
and Bread aims to do some pleasing,
Cali's door is always wide open,
Just what Bread was hoping