It's disgusting(?) how many pigs you kill where you live. But, nothing to eat. Marvin *** is good for this.

Marvin's name starts with G and ends with y, the songs Mercy, mercy and I heard it through the grapevine start a collection of intriguing or up beat soul tunes. It has three letters that evidently match the censored description of a hormone imbalance.

Just edit your posts.

You don't have to post something new everytime.

I don't have the authority
To form an opinion
Doesn't concern me
Don't give a S)it
Could not give a care
Or take a f*ck
Or meaning
Considering that thing
You were talking
bout
doing
What?


that's the tapering off I guess.

I really like your style of writing.

Screw you Asshat for being better than me.

It doesn't take much to be better than me.

Still... *sigh* as a note, you don't really have to sing this. You can go the route of the hot snakes and just scream it like your trying to start a riot. I love the Hot Snakes.

peace,
-nick

....no you're better, half of my stuff is plagiarized unknowingly.
Thank you though.

...my way of singing is to speak with a slur so people can't make out what I'm saying.

Record it!!!

....welcome to the terrordome!!!
Here are more poems, I wrote them even faster.

__________________________________________________ _______

Don't underestimate
The pain
Of forgetting the s#it
That was said 4 seconds ago
This problem has being going
On for five years or more
When I blacked out,
Declared me legally dead
But later revived
They gave me a clean bill of health
Or touched in the head
But at least I survived

I don't need to explain
What I said
The syntax is there
So who the hell cares
About my inflection
When I hear a rainbow
I got an erection
__________________________________________________ ______________
'For time begin
We dance in the thyme
We dance in the wind
We had no clothes
Made love in streams
Before I became
A big hate machine

The man came
Stuck a frown on my face
Now I am just an engine of hate

Now I am out to destroy
All the music I once enjoy
Now I smash
And Destroy your lute
And kill all the colours
And spit in your flute
Now I make, I make
You feel shame
For wearing no clothes
And dancing all day

Now I am an engine of hate
Now I am, I am totally lame
__________________________________________________ ________

I am inclined to fail
That's why I'm still here
Cause the plans were derailed
I took the right dose
And I drank lots of wine
But I woke up for work
Just around the same time
And time is money
Even if I'm seeing s@it
And acting funnily
I did call in sick
He didn't think it was legit
Some parts
I shouldn't have omit
__________________________________________________ __________

I like the sound
And it get's me off
Cause I'm digging a hole
When I'm hoeing the grass
Cause I like the look
And feel of it
When I'm sayin' it
For the sake of saying
more s_it
It's as g@y as a two dollar pistol
It's as vain as the leaf on the branch
Was lame as 4 dollar whore
Before the ides of march
Burned a hole in the floor
And tore a rip in your pants.

________________________________________________

It's me and mine
That's you and yours
Just get it straight
Don't touch my stuff
And it'll be great
When you mess with my stuff
You send a message
And the message is such
that i get the impression
that you only care about things
and not about other human beings
And you slapped me about
cause I'm not up to snuff
when you mess with my stuff.

I really liked hands that kill,make that a song like now!I would probly add a cool chorus and thats about it. I found it humorous,is it suppose to be? Especially the part of "have killed many a man,man" (pretty much the second man)

The other two songs I quoted I thought where good too.

Eh, I'm not as fond of these poems as I was with the other ones. I didn't feel a beat, and the songs writing wasn't as creative. I'm a little disappointed, sorry.