The Last Person.....

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At work with only my thoughts

It's too cold to wear shorts

Yet the rainfall is so inconsistent

Though some nights there's dismay

Youth causes disarray

A keeper of peace, tonight no need to be persistent


A quiet night
 
The radios say nothing

The silence is deafening

Until the odd car passes by

In the darkness I confide

To no-one I'll never lie

Assuming there's no other seeing eye
 
Boredom ensues

Wearing runnners not dress shoes

Speaking sh$t over the net is something

Killing time, earning money

When I think of it, it's rather funny

Cause I'm getting paid to do nothing
 
How many posts by just me

Could there possibly be

Before someone comes along and intrudes

Not another, not even now?

Unbelieveable but somehow

from everyone else, this thread eludes
 
How many pages of it?

I'm rocking this sh$t!

All me, just me, no denying

Let's consider, just how many

that could be posting, THERE'S PLENTY!

Yet somehow this logic, I'm defying
 
But the question you see

By the powers that be

How long can I continue to rhyme?

I type, with haste

There's no time to waste

For ideas will run out sometime............



Soon

I'm not immune

To writer's block

But my ally

Speaking sh$t, shall I?

Helps my rhyme, plus I have a big c0ck :-]
 
I'm not a clever species

I'm done speaking fecies

And rhyming like that wanker Dr Seuss

I work security, I should be tarded

With a 're' and bombarded

With drunk d$ckheads

Ocassionally kicking a caboose
 
I'm not a clever species

I'm done speaking fecies

And rhyming like that wanker Dr Seuss

I work security, I should be tarded

With a 're' and bombarded

With drunk d$ckheads

Ocassionally kicking some caboose
 
Before I go

I have to say

That last post, didn't mean it twice

That was my bad

That was my vice

I'm not perfect

But take my advice

Never suffice

To HOT curry and rice

When the nearest toilet is broken



Yeah! You heard me! I have spoken!

What? You expect me to rhyme?

I told you I'm not Doc Seuss!!!
I can't rhyme all the time!!!
You think I can rhyme?!
Consistently with a clever chime?!
I know that would be sublime
But I can't, not all in a line
That'd be so fine
But if it was done
It wouldn't be mine
Not from me
No miss
No siree

So move along!
Nothing to see here!
It's time to go home
Put my feet up and have a beer
I'm sick of everyone's jeering
I'm sick of their leering
Sick of their quips and I.Qs
No more of this
I'm gonna take a p$ss
And vamoose away from all of you's!

Bad grammer I know
But we all know I gotta go
Right now while the gettin's good
I should have left by now
I shouldn't have stayed any longer
Yet I'm still here somehow
This was wrong but now it's wronger
Grammer's getting worse and worser
Making up words
That are as useful as dog turds
And stink up the english language
Like bean curds


O.k, I admit it
Bean curds don't really stink
But hey, I've over stayed my welcome
Don't you think?
 
Holy crap, twelve hours without a post in the LPT, what's up with that?

I'll just have to post-whore one for the heck of it.
 
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