clubbin'

DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
What a Night Club

Loud music streams,
And thick heads, glowing
Smiling, beaming disco balls
Lights and laughs from every pore.

We dance and slam and stomp about
Grinning from our cornered mouths
our freedom, yes, our soul's delight
Especially at night, especially at night.

An attention caught. Yo, baby, yo
Let this frenzied dance go slow
Now she's going to SHOW
How love trickles from the tip

A drip
A licked kiss
Addictive
Ain't it?

(Fuck yes, it is.)

After a bit, though
Hips grow tired
And rest, assured
Dirty slippers...
anti-wired

And if all they wanted were
fuck me hard pumps

They'll go.
And we'll know.
Wont we?
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  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Ice flows
    Mommie's anger grows
    Little baby dressed in white
    Can't keep it safe tonight
    Imagine watching your only child get killed
    And all the grusome blood that is spilled
    Seems the game is too, too easy
    Wearing fur is awful cheesy




    Hey PN..............just a different look at the word clubbin'. Odd but the first thing I thought of when I saw that word was a baby seal. Must be a Canadian thing, eh? ;)
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • ArieltkeArieltke Posts: 17
    Of things i see nightly in dark meaningless noisy sweaty sound boxes.

    PastaProps.
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    hey ef?! that's exactly the double entendre i was going for with that title, lol

    kudos to you
    but still, icky pooh!
    couldn't get the human notions off at first
    and it's scary for de kids!!!


    and many thanks arieltke... you have a nice way with words :D
  • Glorious pulpy squelchy schtuff. We miss you Pasta. You are a rare temple of bright talent in a jungle of dross.
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    thanks fins :D
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    What a Night Club

    Loud music streams,
    And thick heads, glowing
    Smiling, beaming disco balls
    Lights and laughs from every pore.

    We dance and slam and stomp about
    Grinning from our cornered mouths
    our freedom, yes, our soul's delight
    Especially at night, especially at night.

    An attention caught. Yo, baby, yo
    Let this frenzied dance go slow
    Now she's going to SHOW
    How love trickles from the tip

    A drip
    A licked kiss
    Addictive
    Ain't it?

    (Fuck yes, it is.)

    After a bit, though
    Hips grow tired
    And rest, assured
    Dirty slippers...
    anti-wired

    And if all they wanted were
    fuck me hard pumps

    They'll go.
    And we'll know.
    Wont we?

    A drip
    A licked kiss
    Addictive
    Ain't it?

    (Fuck yes, it is.)


    Yes, as a matter of fact, it is!!

    Hey Pasta.. How You Doin?
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • A bump up dah forum for da Pastaaaaaaaa....

    :D
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