Times is Hard
Please don't burn our shit-house down,
Mother has promised to pay.
Father's away on the ocean wave,
And sister's in the family way,
Brother dear has gonorrhea,
And times is fucking hard.
So please don't burn our shit-house down,
Or we'll all have to shit in the yard.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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We Stuck Together
as we went of campus we stuck together
as we did what we did we did it by each other
as we ran from the cop we did it together
as shit happens I look at you as my brother
when i get mad, sad or glad
i grieve to you and this makes me happie
we may have differnt pappys
but we family and thatmakes me happy
as we get pissed off at someone we stick together
as we get sad we get sad nexts to each other
as we do somthing stupid we do it together
as shit happens you become more my brother
we been through some of the same times
but can't nothing make me regret are time together
we have dim witted moms
who are so far gone
as we get sad about are parents we stick together
as we get mad at are parents we get mad with each other
as they lie to us we talk about it together
and that is why you is my only brother
we take shit and give shit but we look out for each others
we get in trouble for somthing we start to laugh
we laugh at the dumb ass people trying to catch to g's together
that is why we love each other
as we get in trouble we do it and stick together
as we get yell at we stick by each other
as we get punished we get closer together
man you are my brother
I DEDICATE THIS POEM TO TERRIN FULLER
MUCH LOVE TO YOU BROTHER
poem by Phillip Dalsing
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Did you ever give a shit?
Did you ever give a shit?
Did you ever care?
Did you ever give a shit.
You never gave it a second thought.
All you wanted was to hurt me.
You made me visit hell.
You told me not to tell.
Do you no how much I hate you.
You fucking vile piece of scum?
I absoultely dispise you.
I wish you dead.
Did you ever give a shit.
Did you care about what you did.
You raped me.
Then you turned and laughed.
I doubt you gave a shit.
I doubt you feel guilty.
And doubt you ebver will
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Mother in-law
I saw your mother
Today in Trafalgar Square
She was wearing a nice bonnet
The pigeons shit on it
They didn’t care
I didn’t tell her
Cos I didn’t care
With a silly grin
I just stood there
Then the pigeons shit again
This time on my hair
I saw your mother
Just standing there
With an enormous silly grin
Serves me right
For marrying her daughter
That’s it
I’ve taken all the shit
I am ever going to take
So it’s goodbye to your mother
And goodbye to you
Goodbye my dear
Goodbye
By the way tell your mother
Shit suits her
It’s Just so, so her
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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I Just Can't Take This
I just can’t take this anymore
I just can’t take this shit any longer
You drive me insane
From all your fucked up stories
Why can’t you go away
And stop all my pain and misery
I just can’t take this anymore
I just can’t take anymore shit
From your sorry ass
You think your a bad ass
Just because all the girls like you
Get away from me
Leave me alone
Get away from me
I can’t take your shit any longer
Stop!
Keep all your sorry fucked up problems to yourself
And stop driving me insane
I just can’t take this shit
I just can’t take this shit any longer
Just get away from me
poem by Brandi Young
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So SiCk
Im so sick.
Sick of love, people and life.
Fucking take it.
just take it all.
It aint nothing but shit.
Shit thats not working out for me.
Its all just so damn mean.
Sick to my stomach,
just thinking of how worthless my love is becoming.
Well, god il be coming
poem by Ashley Carnes
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A girl of beauty, always a smile on her and the ones she touched
Full of love and grace and the will to learn,
Nothing could stand in her way!
Or so she thought…
This girl of beauty was neglected
By the one who was suppose to love her unconditionally
He abandoned her and she never knew why
Her tears flowed down stinging her disfigured body and soul
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
Looking in the mirror that’s not her
It was the father she longed for, reached for
But that is all he was a reflection…
In her mind she thought there are ways
Ways to fill this void and once again smile
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see?
Her body became her weakness as it was molested and tainted
They would fill her for that moment
until they too where gone
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
She always found a replacement
And she would give all she’s got
But he always wanted more
She felt she had to prove or he too shall be gone
So that’s what she did let him hit it raw
Chlamydia, gonorrhea, syphilis…what beautiful flowers he gave her
This girl of beauty she has an STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
White powdered nose, bright coloured pills
These became her escape
These became her friends
Out at the club with her new friends
She’d once again aim to please
Who ever it was never said no
Just promised her flowers like all others before
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know it
But shit can’t anybody see
She was blessed with child but rejected her gift
Her nose stayed powdered and she popped those coloured pills
This girl of beauty has a std
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t you see
Never knew where she slept or why her body bled
But no one reached out to find truly what’s wrong
She never knew and she never cared
When he came he promised to stay this might be him
…the father she’d lost
So she gave him her body but he shredded it to pieces
And left her lying naked
But on her chest he laid his flower
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
Her jewel flowed red as she staggered in pain
As a part of her was ripped from her womb
Where is the other half?
With him? or him, maybe him
Shit she’ll never know
This girl of beauty has a STD
But she don’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
In her hand she held her bouquet
Carried it with pride
But it bared all her shame
By day her bouquet grew big
They gave her all kinds of flowerers
Which to her look enchanting
But these flowerers smell of shame, disgust and disappointment
But how can she tell wit her nose powdered white
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
Now she doesn’t care for love
Herself
Him, him, and defiantly him
She’s found a dark place to put all this pain
A place she knows no one will dare enter
Her body so ripped
Her heart no beat
Nothing is left but all of his pain
Unbearable
She cries…cries
From deep down and asks for some peace
This girl with her STD
A
Soul Tattered and Dead
And she now knows but it is way too late
This girl of beauty now has
AIDS
Alone In Dead Souls
And in her mind there she is free…
But shit you still don’t see
Or you, you and defiantly you.
Lerato Ladyfair Shuping
October 11,2007
poem by Lerato Shuping
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The Choices...
he never wished
to be just another contributor
of ugliness
to this world,
in fact, he
wants to be another
great artist
to convert all trash
into a beautiful
magnum opus
to cover all shit
in one huge can
and bury it on
earth
to hide all evil
back in Pandora's box
obviously, another
mission impossible
it is easier this way
let shit be shit
and let beauty be beauty
let them thrive
and let us see who wins
this drive
meanwhile, let us sit
and relax,
we shall just be the
gods and
if not
at least be judges
or jury
or
just another garbage
collector.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To My Friend Cat
Cat
Right now i’m feeling all blue
I dnt know what to do
For i feel like i’m a shit of rubbish
A rubbish that u can easily use and throw away
Cat
Right now i’m feeling all confused
I dnt know what to believe
All i hear that he’s “busy”
Well maybe he is,
But i feel like a shit bomb man
Cat
Right now i dnt feel loved
I dont know he loves me anymore
It’s like a trust has fades away
And this is to say
It’s similar to beautiful rose dying away
Cat
Right now i’m hurting all over
I dnt know who i could tell it to
I have nobody at the moment
Tell me what shall i do today?
Cat
What shall i do?
I hardly know u guys
I hardly know the world
I hardly go out
I hardly do normal things
I hardly to anything man
It’s not my fault if i can’t do things
How can i put it into words?
So that all of my mates and ppl may understand
Cat
I see myself as a shit
Soon i might see u breaking with me
Just like my other mates
I dnt know what to do
I’m a piece of shit
Cat
Plzz plzz...
Don’t hurt me
Like others did
Coz’ it already having an affect on me
Dnt be the one
That would break my heart...
poem by Hindy Nobody
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Those who are born to be small shit never make it to big shit.
Every Friday
Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
I loooooooook like a shit.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
I aaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooorn.
I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
Of iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinter cooooooom.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
And every Tuesday I am like a horn,
On Wednesday and Tuesday I am a horn,
I aaaaaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooooorn.
On every Friday I look like a shit,
My salary is more now a little bit.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
It looks as on Sunday I was born.
On Friday morning I am so glad
That by the evening I’ll look like a fad
Or may be like a dirty pig
Trying the ground to dig, dig, dig.
But…every Monday I am like a horn,
On certain Sunday I was born,
And every Friday I am like a shit.
My life is better........, a little bit.
More or less
It was my sincere confess.
Lol, lol, lol and loooooooool.
On every Friday there is no control.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
March 16th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Educatıon
They ain't trying to educate me
All they give a shit is what i memorized lately
I don't give a shit about my education
All i give a shit is for my future transformation
I'm waiting for my graduation
School is full of segregation
Alway's talking about toleration
Think your all that cause you got higher education
Tolerating jokes on mental retardation
You don't give a shit about our education
You're only waiting for you're weekly compensation
Your full of shit
Our school has a bad name
And yet you fill our heads with accusation
We ain't doing nothing right
We're only going against the constitution
Killing our own blood
It's affecting the population
Collide the black and white
Until we make a new combination
Don't acuse me
It's messing up my concentration
It's your fault
The street's on prostitution
They're pregnant
And now trying to look for blood relation
Thinking we need all that shit for our future
Now that's just exaggeration
You better do your job right
Or face elimination
your destination is coming
Just put a gun on your head
And thats my recommendation
Your forgetting about us
All your worrying about is alien communication
With the foundation of alien translation
Go head
You could try the run from destination
But at the end you'll just have to put a gun on your head and
face your own elimination
poem by Ludmar Barbosa
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My Shit Poetry
I would much rather stare at a blank page
Than read the shit poetry I write. Everything is
Lost in translation, coagulated
And dry, I write this. A formulaic
Thought is forgotten and skewed, I can't
Explain this. Head in my hands, anger through
My veins, despair and aggravation, this
Is what my shit poetry creates for me?
Or is this despair and aggravation why
I write this shit poetry of mine?
poem by Ryan Sanders
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I Dont Care, You Dont Care
(m&l - grosskopf)
You took me up and you took me down
You managed not to make me frown
I met some dogs, they looked me down
And said: youre not her only man in town
Dont you beleive that I feel blue
cos I know the ones who act the way you do
You kinda ones will always stay the way you are
But I dont care, you dont care, we dont care
Shit happens - let it happen
My sister drove my bentley home
And found she wasnt all alone
She led him in and thought shed won
He took the car and now hes gone
Dont you believe that I feel blue
Theres other thoughts and other things to do
Tho sometimes I think bad luck is going a little
Too far
But I dont care, you dont care, we dont care
Shit happens - let it happen
But I dont care, you dont care, we dont care
Shit happens - let it happen
song performed by by Helloween
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Tortued by bastards
Tortured in childhood
And early teens.
Torture more day by day.
By some evil scum
That wanted his twisted pleasure.
He thought it was right to do it.
Right to rape and abuse a child.
Peice of fucking shit.
Tortued by more than 1.
Still stuck there
As it were only a day ago.
Tortured from a youn age.
All I can hear in my head
is its only a game.
Still stuck and tortured
By your vile face.
Some day
Youll get
What you desereve.
Then maybe you wont
Most bastards like you
are untouchable.
But you all tortued me
For your own
Vile reasons.
You piece of shit
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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A Shitty Poem
Some things makes us wise and Some things makes us bad
Sometimes you just wish, you should have listened to your dad
Sometimes you wonder of the things that you have with you
sometimes you just throw them, and bring yourself all new
Sometimes struck in chaos, when your thought seems to shutdown
Thinking of some shit, sometimes black sometimes brown
Why this fkuk has to happen always with me
Like some tire I roll, where dogs come and they pee
Why is that when I sit down to write some serious stuff
I know It aint that easy but it aint that tough
I have tried it in the morning and I have tried it in the night
But why there has to be some shit in whatever I write
Cant I find some good words, some words you might like
To find them I go to some fine place with my driver and my bike
Many songs I have heard and many songs I have sung
But when I sit and write, I see only cow dung
On a fresh morning, looking for something that could inspire
I end up seeing some fresh shit, some fresh shit on some fire
poem by Kanav Justa
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Life
My life is one of a kind
I've been through more than you think
Haven't seen anyone get shot
But I've had a gun to my face
Been chased out my house with a shoty
Because my pops went psycho
Now he scared my best-friend for life
I've seen my sister get molested
And mother get raped
I've seen my family doing drugs
And doing drug deals
People might say I haven't seen alot
Yet they don't know me
How can they judge me?
Everything I know I taught myself
I've basically raised mtself
Always had to look after my sister
Making sure she learned right from wrong
But I guess I didn't do a good job
I left her and my brother did too
Now my mother has to raise her
She doesn't know a dame thing
Granted she knows how to get drunk and mad
She can fill your head with lies
Look that's what she did to me
Tryed to hit me, but she knew better
Now I've left her, she put me through to much
Couldn't take it anymore
Now she cries her fake tears
Everyone believes her
Thats her spell on them
People don't even really no her
Just the shit she be feading them
Lies, Lies, Lies and more Lies
If only they could really see her
I guess that's the way it is
My life is one of a kind
poem by Ashley Olson
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The Vengeful Poem
you ask if you can burn
a house
then to answer it
you burned one
the family house
where your mom died a week ago
was ashed
you father left
unable to stand you
you handed your arms
they will not take it
they confess
they still love you
when the police officer charged you with arson
they put you in a place where no one knows you
they still protect
as their own brother by blood
all that you have in mind is an escape
you want to burn another house
one day
you told the man next door that you can kill him
he told your brother
who asked you about your scheme
of your first premeditated murder
you said you want to try if you can really kill a man
with your bare hands
you have become uncontrollable
now a lesson must be given to you
you will be captured in this poem
it is inside a rectangular perimeter
there is no exit
now our world shall be calm
and it will be peaceful upon its bed of grass
because
this poem also knows how to kill
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Repin Ma Endz
U BETA LISTEN 2 DIS SHIT
COZ IMA ONLE SAY DIS ONCE
I DNT TAKE SHIT FRM NO1 NOR DOEZ MA HOMIEZ
U GT A PRBLEM?
COM DWN 2 LONDON TWN
DNT FINK IM SERIOS?
TRI ME BLUD ILL SPRK U OWT
DATS WHT IM SAYIN BLUD
IREP MA ENDZ
YEYE
SMKE WEED EVRYDAY..
poem by Bbi Kit kat
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Orange County
Orange County, home of cultures
where the rats will sometimes race,
now is also home for vultures
dropping shit on every face,
as well as cars you have to wash
every time you’re in the county.
People will not think you’re posh,
covered with this avian bounty,
if you live in Newport Beach,
or in Irvine, or in Tustin;
though the bird shit looks like bleach
or the sands of St. Augustine,
for there is a disconnect
separating O.C. culture
from my culture in L.A.,
since I am a culture vulture,
and the County’s birds of prey
bother me, so I hold fonder
woods of Beverly where I,
peacefully inside my Honda,
never vulture shit espy.
3/10/05
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Orphan Girl
(gillian welch)
I am a orphan
On gods highway
But Ill share my troubles
If you go my way
I have no mother
No father no sister
No brother
I am an orphan girl
I have had friendships
Pure and golden
But the ties of kinship
I have not known them
I know no mother
No father no sister
No brother
I am an orphan girl
But when he calls me
I will be able
To meet my family
At gods table
Ill meet my mother
My father my sister
My brother
No more an orphan girl
Blessed savior
Make me willing
And walk beside me
Until Im with them
Be my mother
My father my sister
My brother
I am an orphan girl
Be my mother
My father my sister
My brother
I am an orphan girl
I am an orphan girl
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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