POEMS BY ME


It was another Payday and I was tired of Mr. Goodbar. I saw Miss Hershey standing behind the Powerhouse on the corner of Clark and Fifth Avenue when I whipped out my Whopper and whispered, "hey Sweetheart, how'd you like to Krunch on my big hunk for a Million Dollar Bar?" Well, she immediately went down on my Tootsie Roll, and it was like Pure Almond Joy! I couldn't help but grab her delicious Mounds because it was easy to see that this little Twix had the Red Hots. It was all I could do to hold the Snicker and Crackle as my Butterfinger went up her tight little Kit Kat and she started to scream "Oh Henry, Oh Henry!" Soon she was fondling my Peter Pan and ZagNut and I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my Milk Duds clear toMars that gave her a taste of the old Milky Way. She asked me if I was into M&M, but I said, "hey Chicklet, no kinky stuff." I said "Look you little Reese's Pieces, don't be a Zero, be a Lifesaver. Why don't you take my=20 Whatchamacallit and slip it up your Bit 'O' Honey?" (What a piece of Juicy Fruit she was, too!) She screamed, "Oh Crackerjack, better than the Three Musketeers!" as I rammed my Ding Dong up her Rocky Road and into her Peanut Butter Cup. Well, I was giving it to her Good 'N' Plenty, when all the sudden...my Starburst! Yeah, as luck would have it, she started to grow Chunky and complained of a Wrigley in her stomach. Sure enough, nine months later, out popped...........Baby Ruth


Rap-jam party
slamming bear
vodka shots
dissapear,
you're driving
friends jiving
one more road.
your mind's a haze
intoxication
then the rush
acceleration
burning rubber
blurring minds
frantic
"faster"
driving blind.
whailing
screeching
violent blue
spiinind lights
rescue crew,
jaws o life
battle death
crumpled car
dying breath
guilt, grief
a life's regret
can't change what's done
and can't forget,
live the pain
know it's real
a victim,
dead,
beneath your wheels.

I know that school is necessary
if I'm to succeed
Without it we would all be bums,
on this we are agreed.
But after slaving all day long
at my learning task,
I'd like a little rest at home,
is this too much to ask?
Apparently so, for late at night
I work with eyes of glass
Just to hear "Your work's not done!
& Do not sleep in class!"
I've got 8 teachers ALL of which
demand priority.
Come-on students let's rise up!
We're the majority!
Just one class would adequately
fill up all my time,
But with this much stress all I can do
is sit around and rhyme.
There's not a teacher on this earth
who understands my plight,
Their proctors grade their papers
While they party through the night.
So what's the point of homework?
I think I will rebel.
Goodbye happy future!
My grades have gone to hell. The time i live my life
is an endless battle.
the teasing the tourment the trageties
i ask why all this happens
all i get is I get is i dont know
day after day
battle after battle
i wonder weather i should give up or press on
i have pressed on and they say it will get better
but what do they no. all i know is that it has not
gotten better

I thought you loved me

I thought you wanted me

I thought wrong

Now i turn my head and see you are gone.

you left with no warning

no sing you were going

now I sit here and wonder why bother anymore

i treid to start my life but it was shifted into reverse.

i lived my life for you.

but now why should i even try to survive

for my reason to press on has passed me by

Lifes a Bitch
and then you die
So fuck the world
and lets get HIGH

Love is good
Love is golden
Love is great
In the back of a
HOLDEN

Life's a gamble
Kissing's a game
Guys do all the fucking
girls get all the blame Daddy's a bastard
Mummy's a whore
Jr wouldn't be here
If the rubber hadn't tore

�A trip to the circus, A joyous affair,
�for nice little Sally and her curled golden hair.
Popcorn, Cotton Candy, Peanuts, and more,
�she wondered what other goodies for her were in store.
�She walked to the tent and was met by a clown,
who wore great big shoes and was wearing a frown.
�He grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her away,
for Sally this would be a nightmarish day.
She kicked him in the shin, and in his face she did spit,
�but he kept on walking until he was bit.
�He threw her in a car with other girls and boys,
a car filled with books and cheap plastic toys.
�A fat driver got in and took off with a giggle,
and Sally saw when he laughed his belly would jiggle
. She grabbed a plastic rhino with a sharp plastic horn,
when jammed in the driver's neck, it felt like a thorn.
The driver made a sharp turn, and hit a deep rut,
�and toppled out of the car with a swift kick in the gut.
�Sally jumped in the front seat and started to drive,
she could go pretty fast for a girl of just five.
She mowed down the hairy woman, the midgets and clowns,
she hit a man's stilts and took the man down
They soon reached a dead-end and one tire was flat,
�and the bearded woman was approaching, holding a bat.
�The woman took the children and tied them to a chain,
�and ten minutes later loaded them on a train.
The crowd was silent as the ringmaster began,
all eyes were on the short and� very stout man.
A tough looking man approached the choo-choo,
and she heard the fat lady call him Big Lou.
The children all shouted when they started to roll,
�they all tried to get out, but were poked with a pole
�The audience was shocked when they heard the train skid,
when out of the curtains came ten screaming kids.
�The kids had attacked the driver, and the train had de-railed.
They were all pretty scared and decided to bail.
�The circus was filled with a wave of sheer terror,
�when the whole situation began to get clearer.
�The man juggling flames, had dropped a torch,
and set a passing acrobat on fire with a scorch.
The train smashed into a clown with some soap,
and sent him hurtling into the balanced tight-rope.
�Emitted from the tight-ropist was a gurgling sound,
�as gravity pulled him straight towards the ground.
�Sally had gone crazy and led a giant horde.
�Who stole all of the gagged sword-swallower's swords.
They chased little midgets, and stuffed them in kegs,
�and chased down the poor man, who was born without legs.
They tied him to a wheel, with a few circus men,
�and sent them all rolling into the hungry lion's den.
�The tigers were in a horrible mood,
for they had gone for a week without any food.
So the trainer was in trouble when tied to his feet,
was a great big juicy slab of� smelly fresh meat.
The man in the cannon was clueless of the events,
and was getting hot in the cannon for it had no vents
. When to the big cannon little Sally came,
�she maneuvered the cannon, and carefully took aim.
�Sally pulled a cord and with a "BANG!" and a "POOF!"
�Shot the poor man straight through the roof.
�The buffalo were let loose, and they ran through the crowd,
�a few people were injured and several more gouged.
The crowed all escaped and the stadium cleared,
�except for little brave Sally and a woman with a beard.
The woman was charging, the woman was fat,
�the woman was brandishing a wooden baseball bat
. It looked like the end for our heroine Sally,
for she was the one pin in a giant bowling alley.
The fat woman got a running start and started to roll,
The ground began shaking and there was a terrible roar.
And Sally sped off in a sprint for the door.
The fat woman was trampled, crunched, and spurred,
by a angry, stampeding buffalo herd.
Sally rushed outside where her parents were standing,
right by the sight of the cannon man's landing.
"How was your train ride?" her father said.
�He noticed the bump on Sally's forehead.
"You mean you knew...", "They were supposed to..."
"The train ride was planned...", "They're all gonna sue!!"
�"Oh well," said Sally, "We'll worry in the morning."
And they drove home, the circus still burning.
�-Brandon

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