Urban poet
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from User:Whstchy/Urban poet:
By Tirinz Smyife (street poet)
Born Terrence Smith in the western suburbs of Melbourne Australia in 1946. Terrence worked as a public servant with the department of urban planning from 1954 to 2001, retiring at the age of 55 to take up his true love or "URBAN POETRY"
Terrence has used a years in local government to help him on his dark journey to the very heart and soul of what it is to be a youth on bad streets of Melbourne.
I found you my leper lover.[edit]
I found you laying in the cold.
You looked so lovely, now not so old
I thought I saw you gaze at me,
But no, it was just your leprose
I found your ears right on the floor
I found your lips stuck to the door
Your right hand thumb, just flew right off
As did your nose, when you coughed
I found you, laying safe and sound
Except for the bits that were on the ground
Spank the monkey[edit]
Naughty boy, keeping me up at night.
You’re so rude as you stand straight up looking at me.
Naughty Naughty monkey.
Spank you, Spank you, Spank you.
Syringe[edit]
Push, push push,
Tie it off and try again
Push Push.
Go to the pharmacy…… or the free clinic…..or maybe you could even try the local council
Push Push Push
I hate needles
Push Push Push
Glad I’m not a junky……..any more
Wanker[edit]
I just can’t write
My mind has turned to Shite
I’ve got the block
Caused by my cock
And it’s stirrings late at night
Masturbation is my downfall
A toss, a pull, a wank
I need to pay my electric bills
But these deposits aren’t for banks.