My Poems

One

Those that tears do shed
Should refrain from taking the bed
Of all and sundry, wretch and bad alike
Find a good man and stick with him you bike
It is not enough for one to fuck
You can't really put it down to luck
They are all bad except me
So why don't you just fuck me and see
There really is no option you know
If there is one thing I love it's a good blow
Don't forget this little poem and go right on and keep blowin'
There is one thing I know
That I will never let you go


Two

To find the way of life is easy
Then you will find that life is breezy
By that I mean you will have no trouble
And happiness and joy will come on the double
Poetry flows from me like everything else
Its as good as anything else I felt
Don't be surprised if nothing is bad
There really is no reason to be sad
What else do you want from me you fuck?
I'm the one down on his luck
I've been Enlightened for ten years now
And not one follower, don't have a cow
When you find the way of life you'll be happy
And life will cease to be crappy


Three

This should be the last poem for now
Unless something comes to change
The once happy contentment that comes from me
I don't need to rhyme every time you see
This is the third poem I had ever written
I got inspiration from Shakespeare and was bitten
Poetry was one thing I never know how to write
But I must say this is out of sight
Credit to that man William
It's possible that I could have been him
I don't know what You'll think of that
But please love, stick with the facts
One more thing I have to say before I go
Success must follow effort you know


Four

One more poem but to continue like this is boring as shit
I think I have it, "That's it!"
I'll write about something I love
You all really need help from above
God is there to help you you know
You really should cease coming to blows
I hope this poetry is accessible to all
And man rises up, never to fall
My teacher spoke often of the fall of man
And my step fathers first name is Stan
You really should lock up your daughters, you shit
And send them my way, "That's it!"
How many other men write poetry like this
And don't sit around drinking piss
Just waiting for my video game to load
You can colour things blue with woad


Five

To write like this means personal growth
Some do that, but not most
When young creativity was never easy for me
What I enjoyed most was sport and music
And now can you believe people say I'm sick
It's them who are sick and just don't get it
And really can't believe when I fret it
A psyche ward isn't a natural setting
And can't stop you from sick getting
It's a really bad environment to be in
They even locked up Homer Simpson
You really have to ask who is sane
And don't go on about me being sick again
Everything that happens is pre-written
Even swimming with sharks and getting bitten
They lock us up and can't see the difference
And the pension they give us is a pittance


Six

Psychiatry is the worst thing to face the Earth
We need to learn to see it with mirth
They don't know what the hell is going on
Nobody should be surprised when it is gone
Someone like me shouldn't be treated
Neither should anyone else, I hope your seated
They think it's something physical you see
And never open their eyes to me
When will they learn to do the right thing
What untold happiness and joy it will bring
They can't see that I am a master mind
What else do they fail to find?
I may actually sent this to the prime ministers office
They might actually get onto this
Psychiatry could be the death of us all
They really can't see, they're all fools
One more thing I have to say
It really is sick to be old and grey


Seven

Now its time to talk about my soul mate
When we were together we just couldn't wait
The sex was fantastic, out of this world
I really don't know what happened to this girl
Sometimes it seems she has forgotten me
How could she forget our classic love story?
Her name is Chantelle that much is true
I really hope this poems getting to you
To me one woman isn't enough
If she broke up with me for that she really is a duff
I know this doesn't fir in with the norm
But such a man as me has never been born
What about Jesus and other some would say
I'm better than them but I need a lay
I bought a book of poetry for six ninety five
Now I'm writing poetry oh so fine
There really is nothing I can not do
I have unity with my soul and so should you
Then you too could do things like this
And everyone would be in Utopian bliss