pissed off

weedweed Posts: 475
edited September 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
what the fuck ?

that was just
completely "useless"
what a fucking waste
of my time
just like everything else

nothing ...
not a god damn thing
all I got
was a nose full of mud
from trying
to get out of there
as fast as I could
with the peanut gallery
yelling "fifth gear on the backroads !"
good thing I've been
driving for a living
for the last 15 years

that fucking thing
looked like it hadn't
been moved in years
just spiders and bug shells
what the fuck?

and to make it worse
that mother fucking
piece of shit
quit on me again
so there was a need
for extra traffic

of all the cocksucking places
that I didn't
need to be
right there
dead again


now hear this :

I QUIT !

I FUCKING QUIT ! ! ! ! ! !
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  • weedweed Posts: 475
    fits right now


    I was the happiest guy in the world . . .
    but fate likes to play a little game
    called "up yours moe."


    *but I'm not a guy
  • weedweed Posts: 475
    no television

    no radio

    no sight or sound at all


    I refuse
  • weedweed Posts: 475
    Ingles has good batteries . . . cheap too

    I don't need you anyway
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    weed wrote:
    what the fuck ?

    that was just
    completely "useless"
    what a fucking waste
    of my time
    just like everything else

    nothing ...
    not a god damn thing
    all I got
    was a nose full of mud
    from trying
    to get out of there
    as fast as I could
    with the peanut gallery
    yelling "fifth gear on the backroads !"
    good thing I've been
    driving for a living
    for the last 15 years

    that fucking thing
    looked like it hadn't
    been moved in years
    just spiders and bug shells
    what the fuck?

    and to make it worse
    that mother fucking
    piece of shit
    quit on me again
    so there was a need
    for extra traffic

    of all the cocksucking places
    that I didn't
    need to be
    right there
    dead again


    now hear this :

    I QUIT !

    I FUCKING QUIT ! ! ! ! ! !

    i like this..
    it speaks to me loudly & clearly
    been my self
    it reminds me of back-roads bullshit in iowa
    funny shit really
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • there are many analogies I can relate to in your poem.

    nice. :)
    "you shall be released" ~ EV
  • weedweed Posts: 475
    chadwick wrote:
    i like this..
    it speaks to me loudly & clearly
    been my self
    it reminds me of back-roads bullshit in iowa
    funny shit really

    thanks chadwick

    maybe I'll get
    a little humor out of it
    when I take 16 years
    worth of notes & papers
    and spread them out
    all over his lawn . . .

    right before it rains
  • weedweed Posts: 475
    weed wrote:
    thanks chadwick

    maybe I'll get
    a little humor out of it
    when I take 16 years
    worth of notes & papers
    and spread them out
    all over his lawn . . .

    right before it rains





    * * * * * *
    notes & papers
    broken glass & coins
    clothing & trinkets

    who knows . . .
    maybe I'll take a big dump (shit) on his porch
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    please do
    if you truly got screwed over
    the person who has done the screwy you over bit
    probably should have you use his porch as a toilet
    and his lawn as a paper covered soggy mess
    perhaps you could toilet paper the trees in the yard

    get a bucket of dog shit and dump it on his car
    shimmy on up a ladder, get atop the house roof with a cordless drill, fill the roof fulla hole
    take a gallon of safety yellow or black paint & paint
    fuck you on the side of his house & car

    these things would be hilarious & stuff
    but in all reality probably not the words of wisdom

    karma my friend
    karma always finds us
    oneway of another
    karma comes 'round & 'round & 'round

    or

    you could always hire me to whip his fuckin ass ;)
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • weedweed Posts: 475
    chadwick wrote:
    please do
    if you truly got screwed over
    the person who has done the screwy you over bit
    probably should have you use his porch as a toilet
    and his lawn as a paper covered soggy mess
    perhaps you could toilet paper the trees in the yard

    get a bucket of dog shit and dump it on his car
    shimmy on up a ladder, get atop the house roof with a cordless drill, fill the roof fulla hole
    take a gallon of safety yellow or black paint & paint
    fuck you on the side of his house & car

    these things would be hilarious & stuff
    but in all reality probably not the words of wisdom

    karma my friend
    karma always finds us
    oneway of another
    karma comes 'round & 'round & 'round

    or

    you could always hire me to whip his fuckin ass ;)

    thank you fine sir
    for making me laugh

    I really don't think that I was screwed over

    just blowing off a little steam
    (after what I've been through, I think I've earned that right)

    I would never do those things to him
    (besides . . . soggy paper is kinda hard to read)

    its hard sometimes to just sit back and try to clear your mind
    especially when the smell of bacon grease clouds it up again

    I'm just lost right now.

    as for beating anyone up . . .
    He's tough and strong
    with big hard muscles,
    I'm sure he could hold his own
    (maybe I could hire you to whip a few other fucking asses)

    there were a few painful lessons learned around here last week
    about fighting
    (your face gets fucked up)
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    weed wrote:
    thank you fine sir
    for making me laugh

    I really don't think that I was screwed over

    just blowing off a little steam
    (after what I've been through, I think I've earned that right)

    I would never do those things to him
    (besides . . . soggy paper is kinda hard to read)

    its hard sometimes to just sit back and try to clear your mind
    especially when the smell of bacon grease clouds it up again

    I'm just lost right now.

    as for beating anyone up . . .
    He's tough and strong
    with big hard muscles,
    I'm sure he could hold his own
    (maybe I could hire you to whip a few other fucking asses)

    there were a few painful lessons learned around here last week
    about fighting
    (your face gets fucked up)

    fair enough
    besides i'm a big wuss myself ;)

    yep fighting fucks up one's face, or both faces.
    stitches are required or not, let it heal up on its own, fuck it..
    ribs get busted
    lungs collapse
    noses get flattened
    heads get kicked in
    blood gets fed into the ground like so much red water
    a head bleeds alot,
    ligaments, tendons, and bones get contorted 'round a bit..kinda like snapped & shit
    throats & nuts get strangled
    eyes sometimes roll back in one's head, or both heads
    sometimes a table flipped upside down completely covered in 40 ounce beer bottles makes for good padding on a kitchen floor for one's knees when kickin ass takes place only to fill one's shoes with blood, glass all up in knees and a sliced up back for the dumby who likes beating on women...
    fuck that cocksucker...
    now doors are opened out of respect for me & my family as he looks at the ground...
    next...anyone?

    but you know what??
    the best thing to do is walk away from a fight.
    i've step away from many, many fights.
    i'm done fighting now.
    my words do the fighting for me.
    that and reputation :D

    we could always introduce whom you're speaking of to a gentleman and one of my best friends by the name of Russel..(yikes)
    we're all getting older though..the boots & axes are resting :D
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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