@Mustard Dispenser request title change to something more appropriate.
Ontopic Dorys thread of Meandering Nonsense
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COVID POSITIVE FOREVER
Valve1138
I like the AB in the GB
Making @Mustard Dispenser do work is a sure fire way to get banned.
Day 35. This one is for @Mustard Dispenser
Furlough
Furlough, furlough
What would I even know
Got a stack of books
Giving me sad looks
As if I'd read them if I had time
But that would be a lie
Furlough, oh furlough
How I think I want you so
Would take up full time yoga
When I came out I wouldn't even know ya
Would get Zen as fuck
Doing gardening and toiling muck
Furlough, oh furlough
Really I'd feel fucking low
Need the routine to keep me sane
From distracting thoughts in my brain
I'm not going to pretend
That time off would be any kind of mend
Furlough don't call
Don't catch up with me
Because I need to keep busy you see
Or I'd slip into a depressive coma
Think about being an organ donor
Times like this I need my rota
To keep the engine motor
So I can keep meandering
Annoying Drool with my pandering
And poems that are self obsessed
I know where you live and if I died
I'd come and haunt you, be possessed
Thanks for the title change you dork
I know where you work
Poop scientist master
Your criticism was a disaster
Like shit smears
That bring your wife to tears
Oh Drool Boy my man
In glad you're the admin who can
Make me laugh
At times when I faff
Old buddy old pal
You're not bad after al
I'm gonna finish this now
So you don't have to read anymore
Enjoy your beer beardy dude
Try not to be too crude
About this amendum to my written rap
Just remember
I know where you're sat
Furlough
Furlough, furlough
What would I even know
Got a stack of books
Giving me sad looks
As if I'd read them if I had time
But that would be a lie
Furlough, oh furlough
How I think I want you so
Would take up full time yoga
When I came out I wouldn't even know ya
Would get Zen as fuck
Doing gardening and toiling muck
Furlough, oh furlough
Really I'd feel fucking low
Need the routine to keep me sane
From distracting thoughts in my brain
I'm not going to pretend
That time off would be any kind of mend
Furlough don't call
Don't catch up with me
Because I need to keep busy you see
Or I'd slip into a depressive coma
Think about being an organ donor
Times like this I need my rota
To keep the engine motor
So I can keep meandering
Annoying Drool with my pandering
And poems that are self obsessed
I know where you live and if I died
I'd come and haunt you, be possessed
Thanks for the title change you dork
I know where you work
Poop scientist master
Your criticism was a disaster
Like shit smears
That bring your wife to tears
Oh Drool Boy my man
In glad you're the admin who can
Make me laugh
At times when I faff
Old buddy old pal
You're not bad after al
I'm gonna finish this now
So you don't have to read anymore
Enjoy your beer beardy dude
Try not to be too crude
About this amendum to my written rap
Just remember
I know where you're sat
Valve1138
I like the AB in the GB
Day 36. Drunken poem.
Raining rats and beer
Fucking ell
Have you seen outside?
Not a cat or dog to be found.
Instead....
It's raining rats and beer
Open your gob
Take a swab
Of all the ale falling from the sky
Look sharp now and you can see it with your eye
Not the bad one, the one with short vision
You can see the ale in molecular prism
Raining beer and rats
Lots of stray cats
So why's my ma's garden overrun with rats
Wildlife coming back into habitat
Consuming leftover human tat
While I swig my can
As much beer as I can
Falling from the heavens
It's not raining men
Theres pints of ale falling from the sky
To be lapped up like the 4th of July
Yay for drinking
What a joy while I'm tinkering
Trying to connect with family and friends
Think I drove myself round the bends
It's okay though I got my pint
Gonna sip it until I go na night
To bed to sleep
Lad of nod, where I don't make a peep
Think it's the only respite people get
From me going on and on about
Things they want to forget
For now I'll act a clown and get pissed
My default in times of any crisis
Put on a song and dance
Try and garner attention and romance
Please look at me and laugh
Silence would kill me to the last
Raining rats and beer
Fucking ell
Have you seen outside?
Not a cat or dog to be found.
Instead....
It's raining rats and beer
Open your gob
Take a swab
Of all the ale falling from the sky
Look sharp now and you can see it with your eye
Not the bad one, the one with short vision
You can see the ale in molecular prism
Raining beer and rats
Lots of stray cats
So why's my ma's garden overrun with rats
Wildlife coming back into habitat
Consuming leftover human tat
While I swig my can
As much beer as I can
Falling from the heavens
It's not raining men
Theres pints of ale falling from the sky
To be lapped up like the 4th of July
Yay for drinking
What a joy while I'm tinkering
Trying to connect with family and friends
Think I drove myself round the bends
It's okay though I got my pint
Gonna sip it until I go na night
To bed to sleep
Lad of nod, where I don't make a peep
Think it's the only respite people get
From me going on and on about
Things they want to forget
For now I'll act a clown and get pissed
My default in times of any crisis
Put on a song and dance
Try and garner attention and romance
Please look at me and laugh
Silence would kill me to the last
Mean Mr. Mustard
Always shouts out something obscene
Valve1138
I like the AB in the GB
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I Eat Buttholes Raw
Day 37. Not inspired by my current relationship but a day spent ruminating on and working with domestic abuse. This one's not very funny...
Locked In
Blue flashing light
Constant throughout the night
Refuge places scarce
While punches they get worse
Bodies pile up
Not just from the flu
But from a swift one two
Cracking jaws and causing sobs
Petrified, kept inside by the yobs
No escaping the clenched fist
Hoping for once that it might miss
To save you for another day
Bruised, battered and weakened
Hidden the fuck away
No one to call, no one can know
What goes on inside so you put on a show
Mask over the scars and marks
Pretend it's a lark
Well the numbers keep coming in
And it's anything but heart warming
Petrifying, stupefying, who will stop the crying
No safe place left
No room at the inn
They're all full
Like the morgues
From the wards
Where people are sent to die
Nobody should have that fate
At the hand of someone they should hate
Chest tightening, tearing glistening
People getting hurt
But who is listening?
The kids being traumatised by dads angry voice
Mum can't go, she has no choice
This house is toxic
Hard to make it out alive
Once the controller has locked it
Limping on through the pain
Staying indoors
Tell neighbours its because of the rain
The downpours
Drenched in tears and sweat
Living under constant threat
Mechanised
, compliant
Trying to make it out
Make sure no one reports the shout
On a knifes edge as you hear a creak
Wondering when will be the next beat
Or will it be flowers
To show your love and affection
When yesterday there was the silent treatment
Emotional abuse, withdrawing attention
Controlling someones mind
Is a fucking crime
Don't think there's an amnesty
On upping the violence
One day you'll meet your maker
And they'll ask, what did take from her?
And you'll lie and deceive
Think that everyone else will believe
That you're a charming fella
Rather than a psycho killer
But you're as see through as a ghost
We can see what you are, better than most
No charismatic twat
Just a control freak getting his kicks
From beating on women and playing tricks
No one cares about your back story
Because you're without a shred of glory
When you raise that arm to choke
Tighten your grip around her throat
You're a horrible fucking cunt
Whatever way you were raised
It was without a doubt
Lacking in praise
So I get why you're a prick
But that doesn't excuse it
There's no real justice
For people like you
You think it doesn't apply
That you can fly by
Hurting innocents and blaming them
But someone knows whats inside
It could be your neighbour
Your brother or your mother
Your kids upstairs on the landing
Listening in on mummy's pleading
To avoid another beating
Deny, deny, deny
While they cry, cry, cry
And in the distance are those blue flashing lights
Waiting to catch up with you
And intervene when someone asks them to
Locked In
Blue flashing light
Constant throughout the night
Refuge places scarce
While punches they get worse
Bodies pile up
Not just from the flu
But from a swift one two
Cracking jaws and causing sobs
Petrified, kept inside by the yobs
No escaping the clenched fist
Hoping for once that it might miss
To save you for another day
Bruised, battered and weakened
Hidden the fuck away
No one to call, no one can know
What goes on inside so you put on a show
Mask over the scars and marks
Pretend it's a lark
Well the numbers keep coming in
And it's anything but heart warming
Petrifying, stupefying, who will stop the crying
No safe place left
No room at the inn
They're all full
Like the morgues
From the wards
Where people are sent to die
Nobody should have that fate
At the hand of someone they should hate
Chest tightening, tearing glistening
People getting hurt
But who is listening?
The kids being traumatised by dads angry voice
Mum can't go, she has no choice
This house is toxic
Hard to make it out alive
Once the controller has locked it
Limping on through the pain
Staying indoors
Tell neighbours its because of the rain
The downpours
Drenched in tears and sweat
Living under constant threat
Mechanised
, compliantTrying to make it out
Make sure no one reports the shout
On a knifes edge as you hear a creak
Wondering when will be the next beat
Or will it be flowers
To show your love and affection
When yesterday there was the silent treatment
Emotional abuse, withdrawing attention
Controlling someones mind
Is a fucking crime
Don't think there's an amnesty
On upping the violence
One day you'll meet your maker
And they'll ask, what did take from her?
And you'll lie and deceive
Think that everyone else will believe
That you're a charming fella
Rather than a psycho killer
But you're as see through as a ghost
We can see what you are, better than most
No charismatic twat
Just a control freak getting his kicks
From beating on women and playing tricks
No one cares about your back story
Because you're without a shred of glory
When you raise that arm to choke
Tighten your grip around her throat
You're a horrible fucking cunt
Whatever way you were raised
It was without a doubt
Lacking in praise
So I get why you're a prick
But that doesn't excuse it
There's no real justice
For people like you
You think it doesn't apply
That you can fly by
Hurting innocents and blaming them
But someone knows whats inside
It could be your neighbour
Your brother or your mother
Your kids upstairs on the landing
Listening in on mummy's pleading
To avoid another beating
Deny, deny, deny
While they cry, cry, cry
And in the distance are those blue flashing lights
Waiting to catch up with you
And intervene when someone asks them to
Day 38.
Sad
When the smoke clears
And the tears dry
As I look at the photo
Of someone gone by
There's only numbness
Left inside the carcass
Of my torso
Grief expelled
Containing.
Try not to explode
The loss palpable
The feeling graspable
Emptiness and void
Can no along avoid
The upping of sad
The fog on my glass
From perspiration and salt
The tears spill into my malt
The cup fills with memories of old
Pores chill as waves of cold
Wash over me and consume
My world view and all I presume
The shell of a mind that was
Denying for years
Faking the cheers
When someone passed and I moved on
And on. And on. And put on a song
That reminded me in private
Of times spent
With family, friends
Now no more content
Can't laugh with you anymore
Can't show my art and share
No more hair cuts
No more chats
Just more ink on my skin
A reminder we were once kin
So close yet so far
Now you're gone forever
Gone into the never
But my skin reminds me what was
The bonds we had in my mind
Even if I wasn't always kind
Try to live without guilt
Of the time lost
Experiences not felt
Remember the time we did have
Raves, parties, having a laugh
We all wish you were here
But that's the finality of death
There's no return from the final theft
You still live in poloroids
Black and white time capsules
Forever reminders of your stamp
The stories you told
And the lessons of old
While you live on in hearts
That doesn't make it right that we're apart
Because we all miss you and grieve
And there's no answer. No reprieve.
Sad
When the smoke clears
And the tears dry
As I look at the photo
Of someone gone by
There's only numbness
Left inside the carcass
Of my torso
Grief expelled
Containing.
Try not to explode
The loss palpable
The feeling graspable
Emptiness and void
Can no along avoid
The upping of sad
The fog on my glass
From perspiration and salt
The tears spill into my malt
The cup fills with memories of old
Pores chill as waves of cold
Wash over me and consume
My world view and all I presume
The shell of a mind that was
Denying for years
Faking the cheers
When someone passed and I moved on
And on. And on. And put on a song
That reminded me in private
Of times spent
With family, friends
Now no more content
Can't laugh with you anymore
Can't show my art and share
No more hair cuts
No more chats
Just more ink on my skin
A reminder we were once kin
So close yet so far
Now you're gone forever
Gone into the never
But my skin reminds me what was
The bonds we had in my mind
Even if I wasn't always kind
Try to live without guilt
Of the time lost
Experiences not felt
Remember the time we did have
Raves, parties, having a laugh
We all wish you were here
But that's the finality of death
There's no return from the final theft
You still live in poloroids
Black and white time capsules
Forever reminders of your stamp
The stories you told
And the lessons of old
While you live on in hearts
That doesn't make it right that we're apart
Because we all miss you and grieve
And there's no answer. No reprieve.