I woke up.
I broke it.
I go to bed.
The rest is dead.
Made to last.
Gone too fast.
Out in a blast.
All in the past.
Two And Two.
And Me Too.
Coming To.
World Two-Too.
Claim to fame.
And later framed.
Hard to tame.
It’s really lame.
So go far and go out
Time to bow out
And I’ve got nothing else.
Word.
A bit of a hidden message in this next post.
See if you can figure out what it is…
When you really think about it, the worst part about anything is pretty much everything.
Nothing of note would be found to have any merit.
Nothing worthwhile will have anything resembling worth.
It’s just an ideal and an idea we fool ourselves into believe.
Nothing gained from this venture or the last.
Nothing lost in those instances but time.
I’ve had enough of this mess. I’m done with it all.
Maybe when all is said and done, I’ll keep the eggs fresh.
Blow it out the other end and keep it blowing.
I’ll be seeing you later and not much better.
The rules of the road are clear as day.
But nobody I’ve met is dumber than you.
So take heed, my gentle fiend, and remember this well.
You suck the life out of anything worthwhile
And I hope you burn in Hell…
There’s a bit of demotivational dogma for you.
Joey OneBuck wasn’t really someone poor
He was a rich kid posing as someone poor
The plan was to lure a girl in
using only his charming good looks
But the plan didn’t work
because no girl in the world would go out
with a guy who really was worth a buck!
The following pieces of what I laughingly called poetry (but are more like aimless limmericks) mean absolutely nothing, but serve to convey my boredom. A lot of these were written years ago when I was at an absolute low point in my life.
Some of it is obscene, a bit of it might even be somewhat offensive, but all of it is depressing. If you don’t like being depressed, don’t follow the break and check out a bunch of other stuff on this site.
For the brave souls willing to venture, I commend you, but make no promises about either your sanity or state of mind coming out of this intact.
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