no, it's imitation and all of you are
morons.
by Anonymous Poet
hot and itchy box
moving, getting bit by black
widows...could be worst
by onjaysun (boxes light and no hangover)
Sorry that
by Southern Belly
Its emulation you moron
by Southern Belly
Orangutan But
A new type of diesis from deep south
See it in my jeans
by Butsgonesouth
Where did he go to
His mum must have called him in
No more play tonight
by Southern Belly
BLAH, BLAH, YAKKITY SMAKITY...
SHUT UP PUNK! THIS IS MY HOUSE,
NOT YOURS....GET OUT OF HERE!
Boring
by Southern Belly
Who are you? You bore
Who yanked your chain from on high
Get yourself a life
BORRRRRRRRRRRING!! HA, HAAA
HAAAA, HOOOOOO HEEEEEE!
I am a fuck head
by Southern Belly
Who are you? You bore
Who yanked your chain from on high
Get yourself a life
by Southern Belly
A trivial g-string
Starts off at the bottom of
the nile never killed the top
by Martha Stewart
A trivial listing
Starts off at the bottom pile
Never reached the top
by William Nippress
Chewing on a bug
Not letting its wings touch me
Not tasting this rich bugs life
by Connie Chung
Bouncing my super ball
out in the street
thinking i need sumpin to eat
or it should be discreet
maybe a beet
or when i go to bed, a sheet
please dont delete
until then we meet
so please be descrete
by Wiliam Nippress
Me and SF, bestest buddies in the
world. I will follow and worship him
as long as the world turns
by William Nippress of not mine
Chewing on a bite
Not letting it touch the sides
Not tasting this rich life
by William Nippress
Teeming with small life
I swim in the pond of life
Risking infection
by William Nippress
Throw myself off high
Dropping down fast like a stone
Knew I could fly
by William Nippress
Testing all my strength
Cautiously I spread my wings
Edge nearer the rim
by William Nippress
Trials on the Internet
A full test of endurance
The feeble minded won
by Southern Belly
31643, 31645, 31647, 31647, 31649, 31651, 31663, 31664, not mine:
by William Nippress
mox is not fine wine
doesn't get better with age
quite the opposite
by sexually frustrated
sing a hymn to god
he is not unlike ourselves
he needs a good laugh
by sexually frustrated
get your tubes tied bitch
i'm cutting off the species
one bitch at a time
by sexually frustrated
since the dawn of man
over and over again
the same dumb mistake
by sexually frustrated
thanks for having me
now you don't have to look at
your failing marriage
by sexually frustrated
there was too much love
between mommy and daddy
so i'm the run-off
by sexually frustrated (too much love my ass, you just got bored with marriage and needed me to entertain you bastards)
why do you want kids?
because you find no meaning
within your own life
by sexually frustrated (cruel, isn't birthing children to quell your own inner void and loneliness)
i cherish my flaws
no social homogeny
not now, not ever
by sexually frustrated
my approaching death
will it truly be the end
one can only hope
by sexually frustrated
i get sad sometimes
the world is yearning for love
where shall we find it
by sexually frustrated (give yourself a hug)
i am outgoing
i like candle-lit dinners
and walks on the beach
by sexually frustrated (any comers)
i love to write words
writing is self expression
unless you are mox
by sexually frustrated (or whatever your name is)
I can hear Ben Stein
saying "oh...wow..." in his dry
manner right now, I feel
by Mox of bueller? bueller?
oh, a challenge,
wow...
by Mox
Zabadooey, I don't care
keep masturbating your words on this website
I'll take pictures and sell
them to some gay porn site for cheap
by Mox
Shortly bad spring talks.
Softly, a foolish star walks.
A kind vampire burns
by Anonymous Poet
william writes a lot of things
doesn't he?
by Mox
There is no pain, except that
which is not experienced, and that which was lost due to lack of trust
by Mox
small town baptist
says one thing about love
and goes on like a little kiss ass
sucking the marrow out of the trust
in any
God
by Mox
(well, I am impressed
by my own writing then if
"someone" was willing to steal
it, save the good stuff for myself
and let these guys think they have me!)
by Mox
the thief comes quickly
through the night and writing
is competition, ass kissing
and who gets the contract
and who dies penniless fired from
a warehouse waiting, for the new seed
by Mox
doesn't matter who wrote
it, what matters is, the words
were said, and here they are
to be splattered for all
the internet is just a giant
grafitti machine for digital
spray cans...
by Mox
the man in the mountain fell
down, 9/11 saw the end of the Trade Centers, and people
show their true fear ridden selves
now, survive in the job, trade yourself in for a worthless piece of paper, when a drive into the lake is the best choice, and the car sinks, and death is a relaxing ride
and the terrorists thought they were in heaven, they have nothing and gave others nothing except questions, pain and history
by Mox
quiet coffehouses
with damned intellectual
idle chatter, thank God
for them
by William ( I wrote this) Nippress
woman comes over
after hearing rumor, she says
quietly trying to approach by
her rules the person involved
the Average American lives in
fear, of their own intellect
so to be safe remains a fool
by William Nippress
quiet coffehouses
with damned intellectual
idle chatter, thank God
for them
by Mox
woman comes over
after hearing rumor, she says
quietly trying to approach by
her rules the person involved
the Average American lives in
fear, of their own intellect
so to be safe remains a fool
by Mox
this is the road to
hell, hanging with the wrong
crowd and letting them
tear you to shreds
and answering back with
words like razors...
one can only say "kill myself"
too many times then get
sick of it themselves
by Mox
