suicide doesnt pay for a bad life
neither does your sweetheart when she's your wife
poison is sweet tonic is bitter
its your embarresment thats everyones titter
why is your enemy's enemy still your foe
when you are offered at your neighbours, courtsey says no.
why are hot chicks' moms so wicked
no one notices the fat man naked
intelligence is far overrated
we dont get chicks and we are frustrated
what good is freedom when you dont have time
without reason what good is a rhyme
how far can you run when the earth is round
to end up where your tail is found
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Correction: Everyone notices a fat man naked. In Japan, it's their national sport :)
"we dont get chicks and we are frustrated" - what irony in this ra?
<3 ironies
by a fat guy i meant you.
"we dont get chicks and we are frustrated"-->read this in conjunction with the line preceding this one.
and what does <3 mean?
"intelligence is far overrated"
i agree wth you...completely!
hmmmmm...lasna jaari hain. keep up the good work matie.
on a more serious note - i disagree with some of things you have mentioned. your enemy's enemy is your friend - tuttu caught things the other way round - our enemies did turn out to be h3ites' friends. And intelligence is not over-rated.
But the best part was - how far can you run when the world is round. Reminded me of a theorem which had something to the effect of running round a tree at the speed of light :P
Porcupines are harmless pricks,
Ever tried to run rounds on a Mobius strip?
You live with yourself all the time, yet 'i' is most complex,
Shit we need to have some sex.
PS: no irony in the last one.
@john
har har har
Now thats some real poetry - sam;s turning gay with all his poetry - teach him some sense john.
har har har har
men arent animals are they?
but the best sex is still the doggy way
even if they are gay
if you understand my sway
you'll respect my authoritayyyy!
Write I do, but still its called passive 'voice',
The gay man with his own name toys,
'gingle' balls the pen-name, yet he has none,
Roll him up I shall, stuff him in a bun,
Authority, I give you with pinch of salt,
and now over the silly rhyme I vault,
Human he isn't but the mantis does pray,
if you get my sway,
don't make excuses for being so gay.
Har har har har
gingle balls gingle balls
gay you are without your balls
doggy style prefer you may
still remain you gay.
kings we are
do we shall as we wish
mere mortals cannot us bar
end up they do like sushi fish
served to the dogs they are
then again - doggy style it is you prefer.
har har har har har har har har
boast you might
with that piece of shite
lund's in his name
could he be more lame?
no real organs
plastic is all you ever had
you shall soon dissapear
you are just the latest fad
if gay is sam
why the fuck do you turn on me?
you be damned!
bitches
hey,
thanks for your comments.
i like this one.
meaning to rhyme...its so important isnt it?
maybe not always.
guys please shed your testosterone elsewhere. you have a blog for it dont you. everybody else please excuse these imbeciles.
Let me give ye folks a clue,
Sam can't spell and so can't you.
When you admit that Sam is gay,
All strata of ironies do you betray.
To spell your name is all you know,
That too to Penis and me you owe.
Make fun of our names you might,
Our onslaught will haunt your darkest night.
What you mess with still is funny,
If we've bad names, you, honey,
Please know that balls may jingle all they want,
They'll be below what God gave you to flaunt.
And I, my friend don't need you at all,
jingle ball jingle ball,
jingle all the way,
to oblivion, and there, lay,
Oh what fun it is to kick an ass a day,
It does keep the doctor away.
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