Ten minutes. (372 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 0.8 on 6 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by SeriousWriterSkullBite (View user info) at 2008-03-07 17:15:02 EST
So I was bored.
A drunken man was on his way home,
whose teeth were covered in chrome.
he went down the wrong street,
he looked up from his feet,
there stood that one nigga' Jerome.
Along the little path that winds,
you'll find a man that has no time.
He sits straight upon his ass,
in the middle of the path,
to thank oneself, for patience grace,
he tugs himself,
covering his face.
The city buzzed, alive with glow.
To light the streets of pimps and ho's.
Runnin tricks find the Jon,
then its time to get it on.
To late now, its all gone wrong.
Now its green, you have no dong.
CHiKNEE FUE
I SAY, Would you like some pork* fried* rice*?
*pronounced powk fwieeeed weeeeieieieiieieeieiice.
User Reviews
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-03-07 18:22:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I only need 3 minutes and two of that is trying to find it.
Submitted by Ltap (user info) at 2008-03-07 18:03:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This was actually pretty good poetry, bravo.
Submitted by SkullBiter (user info) at 2008-03-07 17:28:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2008-03-07 17:25:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
from your camwhore you look a bit too much like a, how shall i put this, skinny white motherfucker, to use such tasteless urban vernacular
this would have been better without the memory of your not-yet-shaven puss.
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Skinny white kid? Whats white got to do with urban?
HAHAHA THATS THE POINT HUH?
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2008-03-07 17:28:17 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Your serious- and non serious writing, for that matter - both blow oats.
Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2008-03-07 17:26:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 for rhyming!
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2008-03-07 17:25:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
from your camwhore you look a bit too much like a, how shall i put this, skinny white motherfucker, to use such tasteless urban vernacular
this would have been better without the memory of your not-yet-shaven puss.