Bloody Mary…

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

how does your nose not grow?42248-All-Lies

It’s fabrications you tell,

plain deceit that you sell…

Truth always comes out,

don’t you know…

 

 

 

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Money…

Work hard all week

just to scrape by.

Rob Peter to pay Paul.

Sell this, sell that.

Penny pinch.

Budget.

Sacrifice.

And still, the wolf knocks at the door.

 

 

 

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Cuntstarbull patrol…

Twinkle twinkle like a star,

how I wonder what you are.

I see you shining through the night,

a sparkling drone in unmanned flight.

Twinkle twinkle sergeant droid

I hope I’m simply paranoid…

Santa Flaws…

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Christmas equals stress for some

“I want, I want” sucks all the fun

Impossible to please each one

Spent all your cash, now left with none

The price of making Santa come

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum…

Jail bait…

 

If you lay down with dogs, you’ll wake up with fleas.

My lifestyle attracts lowlifes

like moths to a flame.

They hang around like bad smells,

waiting for a hit

eyes always looking for an earn.

The horse rides these people

they all have a price.

To associate with them

is to be a sitting duck.

Surrounded by P-eople…

I lay here and smokefc3557cadd22e46bc9298d1db0028308

as I think over things.

One particular person,

the agenda she brings…

She says shes my friend

as she flirts with my man,

She must think that I’m blind,

that I can’t see pretend.

Another female who gets right up my nose,

is a vain little moron
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obsessed with her clothes.

She doesn’t know manners,

she’s damn impolite.

Well, Gods gift to the world

wore my temper last night…

I think of the young guy

who visits most days,

He has low self esteem

and closet drug ways.images (6)

He sleeps in the graveyard,

finding comfort within,

thinking thoughts about dying,

and picking his skin.

I lay here and think,

of the folk who come here.

So many annoy me,

so few I hold dear.

A bag of white lies…

The thrill isn’t thrilling.

I’m not feeling a buzz.

I’m sick of you trying to rip me off.

I hate the shit that surrounds you – the people aren’t real.

I can tell you’ve been cut, and you won’t ever heal.

Your murderers should be shot.

I hate what people will do for you.

They’ll do it for me, but because of you too.

I like monkey shadows,  and the noise in my ear,

the pole dancing pig with her laugh that I hear…

Down deep in my heart, the truth I do know,

I need a small break, but I  don’t want to let go…images (6)