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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #15 on: December 27, 2009, 03:26:56 PM »

They should have probably printed out lyrics lol. Also, gotta love the dude singing falsetto.
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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #16 on: December 27, 2009, 05:25:06 PM »

*opens folder containing 15 year old prose*
*peers inside woefully*

"This doesn't affect me."

We don't speak or cause or reason.
We just listen to the cries of those who have passed before us.
We listen to our grandfathers recount the horrors of napalm bombs
and deadly marches,
yet continue to add our own.
Replacing napalm with atomic, and Nazi's with Iraqi's.
Our people go on starving and the machine keeps on turning,
and churning,
and burning.
Our farms our closed down.
The old men sit in there empty houses wondering why they let it slip,
but we simply go on thinking.
"It won't be as bad as we think"
"This does not affect me"
"I still have my cable"
"I have my car, my house is still here."
They think like this until it's all taken away.
Then they become Grandfather's counting the horrors of their time.
They sit in the chairs wondering how they could let their farms slip away.
They watch the people who are now thinking.
"This doesn't affect me."
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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #17 on: May 07, 2010, 09:35:26 AM »

Say my name, and I'll appear,
To bump some classic threads,
To troll without shame or fear,
Light-years above your heads.

My light reflects off many things,
But in your minds it's trash...
So burn me, lest a memory clings,
Flush away my ash.

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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #18 on: May 07, 2010, 04:31:01 PM »

Government official


Ref:
I got a job to do,
I need my money too.
I can't think right or wrong,
When I work all day long.
I just do as I'm told,
So I can retire before I'm old.
I hurt others I know it true,
But I got a job to do.

Cop Clocked him doing 56 in a 55,
Said he was lucky to be alive.
Gave a fine the man couldn't pay,
So his Kids went hungry for a day.
But the cop got his quota isn't that nice,
Some might say "was it worth the price?".
Ref

The local Politician wanted her plot,
To be used for the new mall parking lot.
But she wouldn't sell and made that quite plain,
Politician claimed eminent domain.
When demolition came she was dragged out while she cried.
saw the house crashing down, part of her died.
Ref

The Old General who had left many innocent people dead,
now stood on the trapdoor with a rope round his head.
at his trial he said he understood what was real,
Kill or be killed that was the deal.
But his last point before justice took the switch at the knob,
Was a screaming of "I was just doing my job!"

Ref2
You got a job to do,
Better think of others too.
Think right or wrong,
as you go along.
Always do as your told,
You'll never get old.
think both 1 and 2,
you got a job to do.


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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #19 on: May 07, 2010, 09:30:46 PM »

Silent sorrow in empty boats..........
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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #20 on: May 07, 2010, 09:51:28 PM »

Speak to me justice!

"..."

Fuck you, then.

- Justice, a poem by John Shaw.








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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #21 on: May 08, 2010, 02:42:34 AM »

Reflection

If we could look into your eyes
a wonder it would be
they would be a mirror
all your life you see.

In your eyes eternity
your heart the burning sun
tears that filled the sea
crying for your son.

Your eyes show the truth
the things we have done
because we lie and cheat
you sacrificed your son.

When we fail to love
every time we hate
it drives the nails deeper
to their sacrificial fate

The sadness in your eyes
you are crying for us
crying for your children
for the faith you have in us.

We are what you made us
imperfection,sinning,fighting
with all the souls dying
no wonder you are crying.

Our father we are seeking
your compassion is immense
your soul the universe
the reflection we are seeing
ultimate truth not condemning.

The lonely winds of calvary
blowing sand,cry of pain and loss
there stands your sign
a beacon for the lost.
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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #22 on: May 08, 2010, 02:43:49 AM »

mum



I died inside the day you left

Coffin shaped heart,I was bereft.

I remember the day my laughter died.

Growing up,throwing up,how hard I tried.

They said I should forget,but I still cry yet.

Burning eyes,reminder of pain.

Deserted wasteland lets the devil in.

Where do I begin?

Does the mourning ever end?

Years are passing,pain increasing.

Scratching,gnawing,gut wrenching.

Covered in bruises,lashed with bile.

Why was I so hated?

Treated like an animal,anger fueling anger.

Rage filled crescendo,night filled screams.

Blood on my hands,remember nothing.

Locked in a box.

How did it come to this?

Stuck in anger's embrace,pills of bliss.

Nothing left,finished the race.

How did love turn to disgrace?


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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #23 on: May 08, 2010, 04:06:13 AM »

You can't have a genuine economic depression without some hobo songs, and hobo songs need depressing lyrics!  They don't have to be any good -- in fact the worse the better -- but they do have to be original and rhyme, sorta.  Here, I'll set the mood:


Hush little baby, don't say a word,

Daddy's IRA still has GM and Ford.

If he cannot find more computer work,

Daddy will work as a simple clerk.

And if the stock market drops too low,

Daddy's gonna stand next to a Home Depo.

If no one hires him to fix their roof,

Daddy's gonna film a Ghostbusters spoof.

If "Sweded" movies don't sell well,

He'll dig up some graves gold rings to sell.

If daddy is caught and he goes to jail,

His boyfriend - nah, that's an old wives' tale!             

Cause daddy works hard and can swing a spade,

They'll let him out for the big crusade!

Not the Christian kind with 'ol Billy Graham,

But to invade Syriana-land for Uncle Sam!

If daddy's convoy gets IED'ed,

Daddy will die proud for the land he freed!

In Syriana-land we must succeed,

No matter how many men must bleed,

Because their oil back home we need,

Daddy died to lower the gas price a bit.

bravo!



Thanks, now at least I can read it, blue on black does not work very well.
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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #24 on: May 08, 2010, 09:51:10 AM »

hickory dickory dock,
dick 3 was suckin your cock,
along came a libman,
said , hey, what-the-bleep man,
now you got TWO fags suckin your cock.
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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #25 on: May 08, 2010, 01:43:44 PM »

Wonder, wonder what I will post,
Trying hard to annoy the most.
Racebating, shock I will try,
Leaving people wondering "why?"
Never clever just to say,
comment or call someone gay.
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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #26 on: May 08, 2010, 01:47:49 PM »

it's rainy, raw & shitty today.
could only be worse if i was gay,
so lazy this mornin', i put on but one sock,
guess i'll go slap the 'ol lady w/ my flacid cock.
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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #27 on: May 08, 2010, 02:13:03 PM »

it's rainy, raw & shitty today.
could only be worse if i was gay,
so lazy this mornin', i put on but one sock,
guess i'll go slap the 'ol lady w/ my flacid cock.

After I slapped her it was no longer flaccid.
Fucked her hard, came, dropped some acid.
Laid there sweating, swore I saw snakes in the grass.
Took off my sock and stuffed it up the 'ol ladies ass.
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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #28 on: May 08, 2010, 03:03:18 PM »

it's rainy, raw & shitty today.
could only be worse if i was gay,
so lazy this mornin', i put on but one sock,
guess i'll go slap the 'ol lady w/ my flacid cock.

After I slapped her it was no longer flaccid.
Fucked her hard, came, dropped some acid.
Laid there sweating, swore I saw snakes in the grass.
Took off my sock and stuffed it up the 'ol ladies ass.

she writhed & wiggled,
it bothered her some....
but not as much as curtains & cum...
you see, i was lazy & instead of t-paper,
i wiped my cock on the 'ol window draper
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Re: Depressing Poetry Contest
« Reply #29 on: May 08, 2010, 03:37:36 PM »

it's rainy, raw & shitty today.
could only be worse if i was gay,
so lazy this mornin', i put on but one sock,
guess i'll go slap the 'ol lady w/ my flacid cock.

After I slapped her it was no longer flaccid.
Fucked her hard, came, dropped some acid.
Laid there sweating, swore I saw snakes in the grass.
Took off my sock and stuffed it up the 'ol ladies ass.

she writhed & wiggled,
it bothered her some....
but not as much as curtains & cum...
you see, i was lazy & instead of t-paper,
i wiped my cock on the 'ol window draper

The Draper collapsed with all of that toil,
I shouldn't have lubed up with that motor oil,
But she was into it, in her ass, she's quite randy,
and in the rush, that oil was all I had handy.
And now there she lays in a hell of a huff.
Just because I got bummed and did some stuff.
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