12-19-2012, 11:08 AM
(12-19-2012, 07:12 AM)davidbenjamindix Wrote:Sorry for invoking melancholic metronomes, ha there, you have a title for your depressed poem, try one without the riddle this time before Batman beats the shit out of you(12-13-2012, 08:15 AM)TimeOnMyHands Wrote: Crème de menthe you piece of shitWow. In college when performing in wind ensemble and jazz studio orchestra, it's just like the conductor before a big performance in front of "important" people. What a conductor you are! I was hoping never to have to bring that memory back again. Sigh. Now I have to write a poem about how depressed I just got. Haha.
look at you, I wouldn't want to drink you
green sugar crystals round your neck
Gin, what are you looking at
Nothing, sir.
nnnnnothing sir, you shit, they call you Lilly,
your slow and you taste like fukin perfume.
get out of my sight before I go blind.
Sshh....sshh
Everyone be quiet, here they come.
Lagers look lively, six not fours.
Wait, what, what’s that
Fuckin Coke, drink me like a man
shittin bubbles, fuckin caramel
and ice, in a tall glass, why
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out

