I have two hours to kill and i feel like schooling jokers in some online poker.
Not leaving my address here for donations. Even when i was homeless i never flew signs, man.
Heres art i made
https://i.imgur.com/kvc9owT.jpgHeres some poetry i wrote
All was well as the clock ticked on,
As every soul spoke as one.
"We play by turn and nothing more."
Sun sets on our hospital wing,
Where the children weep and spiders sing.
we meant not protest your high
lo, we live here in the sky.
rest your head upon our clime,
and trouble shall not be thine
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Heres a poem about the awkwardness of having to use a public urinal at the same time as another man:
Nervous glances side to side
Sideburns and mustachio'd lips
meet the eye amidst the glow from the tile,
Blue and green checkered pattern,
Which surrounds porcelain urinals
And matches the plaid fabric of our shirts,
Rolled up over our muscled biceps.
we unzip our pants in unison,
My eyes dart to your flaccid member,
As I feel your returned stare
in my enflamed prostate
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I took my tea at three today.
I took my tea at three today.
Apple shine and curls so fine,
Passed a boring hour.
Just wait until we're on the bus,
When I can put it deep inside her.
I took my tea at three today.
Tepid glory's unslaked thirst,
Will drive a heart to vanity.
Are we at all possessed,
To transcend nature's self-obsessed
Tendencies? Or like our old,
Will we despair in history,
Submitting our own country to,
a ruin so bold?
