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[Helm]

I stare at the sky scratch my balls

and wonder

MyMy Could it have been worse

'Like', 'Umm', 'Totally'; I coulda met her firsssst

[Almeida]

Helm is dry, helm is wet

Helm has learned the alphabet

 

Helm is wind, helm is fire

Helm has sausages about to expire

 

When he comes he has a shoe

When he goes we see some goo

[Holquist 1st MRB]

The movies are gray.

The TV is black.

I see some horses.

Please, bring me some food.

[Candy 1st MRB]

 

[Candy 1st MRB]

Are these some twisted-ass Hycoo/Limerick hybrids?

[Shank2]

The time for goodbye is near.

We've loved without threat of regret.

But there is something coming that I fear.

Has another door opened since we've met?

 

Edited March 11, 2017 by Shank 1st MRB

[Shank2]

The years keep burning,

But all I can do is blink.

And yet the world keeps turning,

So do I save the last drink?

Are you going to come back,

or will you stay afar?

I can't get my heart on track,

and there's a pounding from the scar.

 

[Shank2]

You say goodbye,

but all I want is hello.

I can't watch you cry,

but my heart was to slow.

There is nothing left to do,

except catch that last smile.

I said no, but I knew

it was a never ending last mile.

 

[Gardner2]

havent wrote this one in a while, use to be my favourite to add to jobsite washroom walls:

 

Some come here to sit and think, 

I come here to shit and stink,

Some come here to scratch their balls, 

I come here to write graffiti on the walls, 

This outhouse is full of mold, 

Things you notice while growing old. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Helm]

On ‎3‎/‎16‎/‎2017 at 0:49 PM, Gardner 1st MRB said:

havent wrote this one in a while, use to be my favourite to add to jobsite washroom walls:

 

Some come here to sit and think, 

I come here to shit and stink,

Some come here to scratch their balls, 

I come here to write graffiti on the walls, 

This outhouse is full of mold, 

Things you notice while growing old. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hahahaha

 

Don't wipe or weep
Or allow the floor to meet those feet

And don't bother with paper on this seat

THEM CRABS HOP TEN FEEEEEET

[Helm]

On ‎3‎/‎10‎/‎2017 at 7:24 PM, Candy 1st MRB said:

Are these some twisted-ass Hycoo/Limerick hybrids?

Haiku**    =)

[Helm]

Almeida's coy Almeida's smart, but tell me tell me

Like what's the worth of perfect words weaved together

If with lips to surface and speak in any old weather ?

But he has a dark dark counting heart

As Andy Dufresne itching for the lights strike

Like pacing for a favourite songs twisted part

Or pulling and ripping the waiting stiches

Screaming karaoke like a songless bard

Commanding 'All you null fucks JUST SING ALONG'