Dancing lights of green and blue
They reveal what these sluts do
In this cheap, cursed piano bar
They act and talk like porn stars
These sluts, they want to be raped
By these men who look like apes
With majority of gays
Fishing out the drunken males
They're exposing butts and breasts
And they said they need no rest
Till tomorrow they will dance
Fornicate if there's a chance
Shaven brows and shadowed eyes
Their undies attract the flies
Same as the bale prostitutes
Are their rotten attitudes
More butts and breast, they expose
Its a show, they are the host
On the stage, they are so proud
To lead the ignorant crowd
If i could only throw this
Glass of water to that miss
Who sings so annoyingly
She thought it made me happy
Gays and men becoming gays
Sit around and talk their ways
Of topics, i so disgust
I gave none, not even trust
In my sight, they wore all white
Girls they chose those really tight
Skimpy gowns, they look like clowns
Thick foundations weigh an ounce
Said they're pretty, they are not
I say they look like their butts
All exposed for the many
And to keep the boys merry
Very merry, but not me
I'm sober for what i see
A perfect theme for my work
Though they see as a jerk
Jerk indeed but not like you
You braggarts i cannot chew
Guys you suck and and stir my mood
Continue bragging you're good
In your walk, your chin up high
On you gown or with your tie
You enjoy this wretched night
While others curse your plight
Wish to stop this night so long
in this crowd i don't belong
In this trade, i can be good
Be like them, i never could
Friday, January 16, 2009
Dine with the Caviar Eaters
written by CANDLELIZARDEGG at 1:02 PM 4 Angelic comments
Labels: angst, contemporary, dark, emotion, experience, gay, poem, reflections, social, vanity
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Spoilage
Flavorless over-chewed gum
Constant squirms from the mouth come
Generous salival bursts
Superman never felt thirst
Likened to electric chair
Plastic throne that no one dare
Disturb a mere waste of skin
Artificial world he's in
Expertise on killing time
Felt the wealth forget the dimes
Popping eyes is bleeding red
Has more time on this than bed
Cutest are the fingers sore
Keyboards grow the deadly spore
Resting are the frozen sweat
Process of the worst you get
Once you feel you are the God
Arrogance mixed with your blood
Seventeen cubic inch world
Place of which the life you've hurled
written by CANDLELIZARDEGG at 8:52 PM 4 Angelic comments