I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
On a sailor's suit and cap

Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils of this town
And of himself and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

 

But I'd had myself about five too many, and I walked up tall and proud,
I faced his back and I faced the fact that he'd never stooped or bowed.
I said, "Tiger Man, you're a pussycat," and a hush fell on the crowd,
I said, "Let's you and me go outside and see who's the winner"

 

When confronted with the fact that I was the whore I turned my back to walk away.

She did a roll and inside pivot so she could look me in the eye. And said ....

..... No you are not going to do that walk away.

What about me being a whore?

I will out fuck them all.

 

Never going to stop,
or break my stride,
Can't break what's deep inside,
I'll remember this night forever,
When it happens to you,
Not so.clever

 

Grandma was going round the corner going 90 miles an hour when the chain on her motorcycle broke.

And we found her in the grass with a muffler up her ass and her tits playing Dixie on the spokes.

 

"I got a shotgun, rifle, and a four wheel drive ... A country boy will survive"...

" We can skin a buck ... run a trot line... A country boy can survive"....

"Had good friend in New York City, never called me by my name just hillbilly. My grandpa taught me to live off the land, his taught him to be a business man. He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night and I'd send him some homemade wine. He was killed by a man with a switchblade knife, for $43 my friend lost his life. I'd love to spit some Beechnut in that dudes eye and shoot him with my ol' 45 cuz a country boy can survive"...

 

[Verse 2]
That little god forsaken whore
Is on all fours begging for the priest to score
And who am I to decline
An ass like that so primed for sacrifice?

[Pre-Chorus]
There's a demon possessor
Blaspheming her from within
I slip my fingers inside her
Lure the beast and make her come out

 

You don't need a "big" dick to rule my world
You just need a "hard" tool for my tongue swirl
Ain't no particular size I'm more CUMpatible with
I just need your cock & cum & some (suck n slurp swallow burp) Swiss Miss. Hold the marshmallows. (What?)

Launching Giggle Translate Tool:

 

On Raglan Road in an autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I may one day rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November,
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passions pledged.
The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts
And I not making hay,
Well I loved too much; by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.

I gave her the gifts of the mind.
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to all the artists who have
Known true Gods of Sound and Stone.
With word and tint I did not stint.
I gave her poems to say
With her own dark hair and her own name there
Like the clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
I see her walking now away from me,
So hurriedly. My reason must allow,
For I have wooed, not as I should
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.

 

I think Thunder Road and Angel from Montgomery are American poetry!

 

Some poetry is crap and some is wonderful. The two I cited are the latter. Not pedantic but rather sharpening the definition of poetry.

 

I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I'm lying here tonight
And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No I can't stand the pain
How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again
So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No I can't

 

Its tough to explain
Harder to write
Not a refrain
Nor a song i could like
Telling people hurts them more
No wish to hurt
The pain i abhor
feeling like shit
For my own ideas
this endless pit
I dwelled in for years

 

Well you can cool it,
You can heat it...
'Cause, baby, I don't need it...
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on sports
'N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head began to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsmen say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so
And further they assert
That any show they'll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can't be beat

And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie
And you'll see it all complete.

Frank Zappa

 

I move deliberately.
Think considerably.
Yet my enemy
Lies inside of me.
Hides inside of me
Thrives inside of me.
Burns inside of me.
Never dies inside of me.

You can't hurt me.
Can't outwork me.
Try as you might
You can't purge me.
Can't erase me.
Can't replace me.
That shit that you talk
Doesn't phase me.

I am what I've had to be.
Am what I'm sad to be.
Every so often
I am what I'm glad to be.
Everybody doubted me.
Least likely person to succeed.
Why that never got to me
Is a fucking mystery.

So many good times are history.
So many good times will never be.
So many things I'll probably never do.
So many things I'll probably never see.
Everyone depends on me.
But who's really a friend to me?
Lord please deliver me
From this life of misery.

I've known enough hard times
Drawn enough hard lines.
I'm tired of telling myself it'll be fine.
But still I know it'll be fine.
Yeah, it'll be fine.
Even if I have to grit and grind.
Because fine is my state of mind.

Don't go all melodramatic on me lol. This is just something I came up with while listening to a song a few minutes ago.

 

But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means, when I say:

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means

 

Hey you, up in the sky
Learning to fly
Tell me how high
Do you think you'd go
Before you start falling?

 

Hold me now, all the world's asleep
I need you now, you knocked me off my feet
I dream of you, and the talk of growing old
But you said please don't

 

I hate the way that even though you know you're wrong
You say you're right
I hate the books you read and all your friends
Your music's shite, it keeps me up all night, up all night