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Poetry of a Don
My peace is my struggle; struggle- stuggle My niece is my gain; snuggle- snuggle The yeast is thy pain; struggle- struggle

poop the great
(Joe Ode) Long No one cares for your note book No one needs to know your mind We don’t have the patience for you So just cry Joe Whalen, cry

Your mom has disowned, left you in a rut Stranded on the highway, never knowing what You’re going to do now, behind all your tries Like we said before, cry Joe Whalen, cry

Joe give it up, come on just give it up You must have realized you were never good enough You womanized, you hypocrised; Now you are ostracized So Joe Whalen, die Joe Whalen, die Joe Whalen die

Right now you’re probably singing along Adding to why we sing this song You and your dumb grin, might I ask why? NO! Instead I say die Joe Whalen

(Love & War) Long As the story grew, it turned of age Our psalms fade out, and the pages turned grey With ink stains long since dried Ideals of the timeless, were all lost in time

Tossed downside up, from hand unto hand Our message left changed, the inevitable smear Tales of Kings and Queens, happily sunk down Laughing with gnats and queers, a hole in the ground

Where’d we all go, when the day was done Like the possessed ones, who possessed all the fun To bad we ate them with logic and all Then gagged our self, to get a perfect shoal

To simply state what we all meant to say Before love and war, got thrown in the way To Exist is to be, in existence alone Is to be a chip off the porcelain Gnome

(Sopht’ Emo) Long Sad little boys don’t play with toys They think and cry about empty days of mourn Instead of living a life of the bliss You chose ration and only exist As a sunny day shines bright in the sky Why run to your rock where you hide It’s right to touch the world you examine How else will you test all your plans—

(Oughish) Long (ah-fish)

I once heard an unbearable, terrible secret It was a horrible, catatonic of a secret I could not, would not believe my ears I should not, oh should not reveal what’s to reveal How I came upon this cursed info Should be left to a story unto it’s own But what is important, that allowed me to realize Something once told me when you, you don’t die BUT WHAT! How can you tell me something, (yell me something(x2) like this What business of your business is it to burden this on us In this sea, one of infinity, they’re truly many fish We swim ignorant, breath ignorant, content with eyes of mist Happily, we live and be, in these lives of sweet irony We forget we have met and in the end keep the debt Besides where, how do we go, besides we were already told About the dead, who did die, and paradise where we’ll reside LET ME EXPLAIN You’re just an incompetent, uncomprehending fish Where you live is your own shit and piss Five minutes post the Ragnarok came Your short term forgot, and still you complain Enough is enough fish, please try and understand this Death’s only a symbol (sample) of what you accomplish Your soul is organic, one day you’ll see- escape thru your eyes Psyche is all chemistry, energy released back to Earth and sea

(The Buzz) Long Believe in all the distorted plays you see Whine about a meaningless existence Making it a hypochondria existence You get than complain again and again(x2)

Sophistos say our every day trite Well yeah, but don’t they wear it single night Every single goddamn night With all the problems in the world today And every day since yesterday Who’d bother to say, “That paint was a waste” We know all this, do you know all this Saying this doesn’t better it	All it does is, is nothing Even when we get the sunny-sunny sun shine Our egoids two sense shimes “Eh! It’s too hot, where’s the shade? We were better off in the cave”

Whine about a meaningless existence Making it a hypochondria existence What the fucks the point of critics All I hear are hypocrites singing Hyper-trite, Hyper-trite, Hyper-trite, Hyper-trite

(Gnome) Long Everyone takes home in knowing the gnome is here And gnome is there Everywhere is gnome to go, places to go	With gnome to show I have a puppy and he bites no one, bites the known

No one takes home in knowing the known is here And no one is there No where is known to go, places to go	With no one to show I had a dog and it bit gnome, bit the gnome

(Astray) Long [v1] Safety collar doing its job Throwing the ball just playing along Bark, bark and their calling your name Front door open, in doors you came A warm bed at the foot of their bed Your glad and fat, glad you’ve been fed [bridge] Fuck the house is burning do something about it And shit your masters just died! [v2] Yet you escaped just in time But you were better off if you’d just lied On the streets all by yourself Stings bad when you become selfless No one to lead you, just dragging a lease Finally seeing your just a beast, only a beast [chorus] You’re just a dog, never on your own You’re just a dog, a domesticated drone Pretending to be, an independent wolf Never strayed to far, from the shelter of their home Try to walk outside, but you can’t endure the cold Always need a master, refuse to exist alone [unfinished, maybe…]

(Random/ Incomplete Rubbish) All Long Knock down this place some how Take it from them, take all their power We came and marked up their name Now it’s time for an evitable change Wrap up their bodies in their silk Feed them rocks and pray they sink And now, forget all we have done now we correct, where it should have begun
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We’ll constitute in our own hands A promise made to fallow a plan So share us yours, never mind your place We’re going to transcend, this human race When we get their, trust us we will You’re going to find out what is free will

Up until the faces went away With up unto a vague voice came in place Columns and rows marched along We were, at least trying and being human Solemn, monotone, grey- phased the screen Loss of vibrant colors and fields of green Fading pans, spot lights in empty rooms All paved the way for a brand news day
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Pitter patter—ritter ratter goes the up stair floor Hope all the neighbors there make it before All the stit stop of sales in the stores For it’s four in the morning no need to ignore- them
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Speak with sweet sarcasm Allude from the rude The bleeding heart stops When they enter the room All laughter was loud When jester smiles Fools feed from fools And no one laughs at trial (change in mood) But HEY! No time from Meloncholy In my mind, can’t tell time
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One said, “what are you waiting for?” Another said, “go out the back door” The third said, “what about the blood?” The first says, “Forget about it bud” None of them, had done this before So they scramed
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Peace was our want, granted we want a lot Perfection comes together in a box, a perfect box Mixed up so much, there is indifference to it Pieces are left in places, places they fit Play with toys of kinds and of kinds Stay places are whats found finds Mixed messages of one fact all alone Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut cones [Razors and Tears] Salisbury & Long You make me so, self destructive baby The crimson stains our love Our scars bind us forever I always cry at doves (Crying Chorus) I wish I were a merman And you my cute sea nymph We’d rule a sea of teardrops Our hate would be our bliss (Crying Chorus) In our band of darkness Your eerie strings, all I hear I only clap for you baby With open, crying wrist (Crying Chorus) I’m sadder than a funeral More tearful than a mourner I slit my wrists at breakfast And cry in a dark corner (Crying Chorus) I’m a little bit emo I’m a little bit intellectual I don’t care if I don’t rhyme That’s not me, this time (Crying Chorus) I’m tortured by my dark soul I’m begging sympathy Oh fuck a dying flower I cry until I pee (Crying Chorus) I cry, cry, cry Inside I… die, die, die Help me—you can’t help Still I cry, cry, cry! (Crying Chorus) You say if you were me You would kill yourself— Well you’re NOT! And I am I am only me (Crying Chorus) Oh yeah, love you baby (whispering) come cry with me
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