- Him: Yeah I know you're Taken, like Liam Neeson's daughter, but you want me to break it. Let me get this right, so there's no mistaken. Baby, back well-done, till your ribs is aching?
- Her: I didn't say nathan, just turned adjacent, and started to shake it. He nicknamed me 'Andreas', for the way that I quake it. Last on his bucket list, a milf from MIL Buck naked.
Again?
So were talking again?
Last night you said,
“Its over and I aint coming over again!”
I got a girl but
I want your butt
Just wait before you butt in again.
No dont you leave me again
Yes you’re the other woman but
If you wait you’ll be the one that I’m with
Its confusing
Its a nuisance but
Lets not lose it again.
Oh were lovers again?
I talked you out of walking out
and now were in the covers again?
It’s almost noon huh?
I got to go soon hun
My girl will be home in a minute.
Last quatrain to Paris.
Metaphor carnivores
Vocabulary’s adversaries
Vegan-like with the vowels
Consume consonants rarely.
Swallowing similes
Our flow feasts on speech
Eating Scrabble like apples
And you’re a PC..
- David: I gotta go, I got a wife at home She's already called me twice.
- Lisa: It's only 9, I'm not done with my wine. Can't you just press ignore?
- David: thinking to myself, "exit, stage left", but I stayed by her side.
- Lisa: (at that point I knew I had my hooks in dude, and I was gonna squeeze him tight.)
- David: (every time I kiss her I missed my girl, tears in my eyes. Lisa thinks I'm happy, but deep down I despise. And I can't hide it.) I turned and walked out the front door. Never looking back, else eyes iodize. My match waiting for me back at home. Soon as our eyes met, they sparked, caught fire. We burned on the floor, like un-before. I couldn't put her out so why even try? Once she fell asleep, I apologized.
- Lisa: Days turned into weeks, still I hadn't seen the one-nightstand that stood me up. Playing hide and seek and I'm too much a freak, not one just to give him up. I showed up at his house, bold and unannounced, I knew wifey was outta town. He opened the door, my jacket hit the floor, wearing nothing I said nothing else.
- David: (but this time when I kissed her I did miss her without a conscience, my labor wasn't waged at home so this made cents. I couldn't decline it.) As I turned to close the front door, the last thing on my mind was my wife.
- David's Wife: Little did they know I was already home. I came back early to give him a surprise. I walked in on my husband with some whore, doing things I'd never seen with my own eyes. I pulled out a knife, and said goodbye. I cried, all night, who knew that I was capable of homicide? Took my husbands life, and left his lover alive.
Understandably Untitled
Number one in my toolkit, #2 pencil
Will.i.write out the box? They call me jump-fence Bill.
I would’ve rhymed ‘stencil’, but that’s too simple
You reap what you sew, so I needle nouns nimble.
Alliteration as absurd as abnormal AdSense words
Aka the Mad Adder of adjectives and adverbs.
Last name Smith, first name Wordsword
I eat nouns now & later hors d’oeuvre verbs.
Silence of the Yams
Every time I look up
She be smelling sweet
Like a honey-bee to nectar
Good enough to eat
Lemme be Hannibal Lecter
Starling you’re Clarise
Tryna to silence all my efforts
While I mash, those.
Men lie, Women lie.
W-2’s don’t
Friday night you in the ‘W’
Balling, straight fronting.
By Monday night, you in trouble-you
Bawling, ramen noodles munching
And they say that money talks,
Whatchu talking Willis? Nothing.
Men lie, women lie
Report cards truth.
Your kid’s in A+ clothes
But he’s F’in up in school.
He’s as dumb as, such a mule
Jack as, just a tool
And he’s making one of you
Stupid is as stupid do’s.
So Bowser
I’m a boss in this game, Bowser.
I bet the neighbors know my name, lauder.
Your old lady calls me baby, powder.
She’s open for me, but clams for you, chowder.
Silence is golden, her platinum screams, louder.
Three’s company, so don’t crowd us.
You call her ‘sweet thang’, your game’s sour.
We karma sutra till the future, hours.
I lived on BlackPlanet, but that was kinda racist
Never MySpace’d it, or p-p-poked Facebooks
You gonne write a real blog, or you just playing Twit?
On to the Nexus One, Google Buzz beta..
Black history, White T
They say the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice.
I say our melanin skin
Tends to blend with the bruise
And marinate in its confusion.
They labeled us “useless”
But for (four) hundred years
They slaved and abused us.
Then traded us for new ones.
No need for gift receipts
They breed us just to make new sons.
Beat, pulped and juiced us
Stripped of Vitamin B (free)
And left we malnourished and foolish.
ABC’s of Alliteration
Assuming is for asinine analysts always angry and anguishing about augmented reality with aims to advance their alterior motives.
Backwards bigots blaming Blacks for being bottom-dwellers is blasphemous at best. Bloody bumbaclot bastards, boo!
Caniving cliche country chicks can cock-a-doodle-doo cash cows from countless (charitable) C-list celebrities.
Dictators delve in dimly dark dens, doing dastardly deeds & directly dodging do-gooders daily, like draft dodgers.
..to be continued
