True Happiness (explicit)

[CRNDLSM]

I know sometimes I can be a real ass
hole.  Yesterday I called my wife a bitch.
Today I'm wading in some real deep shit
thinking about the next time we might fuck.

I already know I'm pretty much fuck-
ed; she's really gonna stick it in my ass
for always giving her so much bullshit.
I love her; I'll let her make me her bitch.

Cause I'm not the type to just bitch and bitch,
at worst I might shout, 'goddamn-fuck-n-fuck!'
like if I accidentally step in shit,
or when I get pulled over hauling ass.

I haul this load cause she made me the ass;
she has babies cause I made her the bitch.
In nine more months she'll have another shit
cause I'm the idiot who likes to fuck.

She hooked up with my stupid fucking shit
that makes her a real dumb ass bitch!

[ellajam]

Now try it with 6.

[dukealien]

Now try it with 6.

Henry VIII?  Never so self-critical, evah.

[ellajam]

Now try it with 6.

Henry VIII?  Never so self-critical, evah.

Nah, sestina.

[CRNDLSM]

Crappy Writing

New music:
Stop writing;
Do terrible.

I love making music,
it's all I want to do.
I will keep on writing 
cause I know I can't stop.
Even if it's terrible,
at least it's something new.

I wish I always knew:
somehow through music
if I feel terrible,
I learned all I gotta do
is wait for it to stop
then put it in writing.

But what am I writing?
The need to be renew-
ed.  Redeem what is lost.  Op-
en minds to music
in the hopes they never do
anything terrible.

I've done truly terrible
things through my writing,
I've killed with Tae Kwon Do,
raped and destroyed the new,
desecrated music.
No one's told me to stop!

Reaching this mountain's top
means a terrible
collapse of decent music.
Relying on riding
the knowledge of a gnu
tasting the mountain's dew.

Confusing's what I do,
a sign that I should stop.
I guess I always knew
this would end a terrible
case of bad writing.
Good thing I love music!

[just mercedes]

Crappy Writing

New music:
Stop writing
Do terrible.

I love making music,
it's all I want to do.
I will keep on writing 
cause I know I can't stop.
Even if it's terrible,
at least it's something new.

I wish I always knew:
somehow through music
if I feel terrible,
I learned all I gotta do
is wait for it to stop
then put it in writing.

But what am I writing?
The need to be renew-
ed.  Redeem what is lost.  Op-
en minds to music
in the hopes they never do
anything terrible.

I've done truly terrible
things through my writing,
I've killed with Tae Kwon Do,
raped and destroyed the new,
desecrated music.
No one's told me to stop!

Reaching this mountain's top
means a terrible
collapse of decent music.
Relying on riding
the coattails of the new
tasting the mountain's dew.

Confusing's what I do,
a sign that I should stop.
I guess I always knew
this would end a terrible
case of bad writing.
Good thing I love music!

[CRNDLSM]