#poetically correct

[cheshirespyre]

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Slowly but intrepidly Drunk in a stupor I can see it so vividly I feel like a snooper

I can’t help but wish For something final I think it’s my kinda fish The way it grabs me is primal

A cutie with a big dream Enough to make me scream I shouldn’t bring up the gleam But every time i look I get lost in her book

It’d be easy to talk of hip How i need to see her strip How that would make me trip Into a high and drunk stupor She’s growing on me like a tumor

Only time will exclaim it’s wish After all she’s my kinda fish

-Pyre

[meenoh13-blog]

Feeling Poetic (Expressive) Again

As I look around, I see the blind leading the blind.  Always searching for something that cannot be found, for the simple reason that they are looking out of their minds.  Feeding themselves lousy promises of men, that constantly rob them with a smile on their face.. convincing them that the enemy is their friend, and that they are of a race.  They are completely out of place and a fucking disgrace, murdering the children and dismissing the case.  Get the fuck out of my face, telling me that bullshit that “All Lives Matter”,, I’m not saying that it is not true but for crying out loud, it is OUR kids blood that has been splattered. Innocent blood spilled on the street, even with hands up you did not retreat, and then when we speak, and say no more, you mock us and tell us to go back to Africa.. Well motherfucker, I have news for you, when YOUR kids blood start running, do NOT come in my face telling me that, “All Lives Matter”.   

[meenoh13-blog]

Feeling a little poetic today

Roses are red and grass is green, if I told you that EVERY politician, past, present and future can kiss my ass, drop down dead and burn for all I care, would you call me mean?