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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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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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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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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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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.

Portuguese proverbs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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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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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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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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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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Dat's What I'm Talking About (feat. R. Kelly)

song performed by by Missy Elliott
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Theres A Boat Dats Leavin Soon For New York

Sporting life
Thats the thing, ain it? an membuh theres.
Where that come from. listen: theres a boat dats
Leavin soon for new york. come wid me, dats where
We belong, sister.
You an me kin live dat high life in new york.
Come wid me, dere you cant go wrong, sister.
Ill buy you de swellest mansion
Up on upper fith avenue
An through harlem well go struttin,
Well go astruttin,
An derell be nuttin
Too good for you.
Ill dress you in silks and satins
In de latest paris styles.
And de blues youll be forgettin,
Youll be forgettin,
Therell be no frettin
Jes nothin but smiles.
Come along wid me, hey dats de place,
Dont be a fool, come along, come along.
Theres a boat dats leavin soon for new york
Come wid me, dats where we belong, sister,
Dats where we belong! come on, bess!
Bess
You low, crawlin hound! get away from my door, I tells
You, leave it, you rattlesnake. dats what you is,
A rattlesnake!

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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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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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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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0142. Fighting Created by my friend: Colby Magee

Im right sick of all this shit cant call it shit,
Instead of always trying to swallow it i just blow up and punch and kick.
After all that i start to feel sick.
I try and try sort it all out.
But all my thoughts do is make me drown.

Its just what i do in general for life.
I get sick of stuff blow up and get sick.
Then i try to think about all of it and,
All it does is drive me insane cause theres no way out,
Of any of it...

poem by Sunset Moonshine
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Dats What I'm Talkin About

[Missy]
Uhhhh
Ahhhh!
Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin?
It gets hot and curious (And ooaaa)
Well let me take you there
Are you ready, boy?
Come on baby, strap up, cause it might get serious (uh ooaaa!)
Now there will be some heat and some friction
polite)
And I want to see if you're into it
Intimate kisses and huggings so sentiment (ohhhhh!)
With you I might wanna spend my life
[Chorus 1]
You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talkin' bout
You don't know just what you do, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby that-that's what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout..
ALRIGHT!
[R. Kelly]
Now all I wanna do is, baby
Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like
AAHHHHH!
Bet your bottem dollar
Can make you believe that you can fly (Yea)
Well, one hit of this sex weed
Guaranteed to get you high
Like a mutha for ya (No, baby)
You won't even know what day it is
Cause after I come from downtown
Girl I'ma wanna go another round, yea
Until you tell me carrisley stop
Put it like this
It's like fresh up out the kitchen
The way I got your oven so hot, mama
I'ma hit from the back, and the front, then the side, then bounce it up
and down like this
And baby, everyone gonna say you're a pimp
Cause I'ma have ya walking with a limp
[Chorus 2]
You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
You don't know just what you do, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
[BRIDGE: Missy]
Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yea
Cause..
Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yea
(R. Kelly: This is the greatest bridge I ever heard)
ALRIGHT!
Yea, Fo shizzle my nizzle
you sho nuff the dizzle
And that's on the rizzle, ooooo
Boy, you feel me sizzle (feel me sizzle)
So sweet helped me do almost anything
[CHORUS 2] w/ad-libs
[MUSIC FADES]