 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Cos' got what he deserved
Oh happy day
Justice has been served!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
Posted: |
Apr 27, 2018 - 5:31 AM
|
|
|
|
By: |
jackfu
(Member)
|
Why, Cos, Why?
You made us laugh
‘Til we did cry.
You were a sharp,
Hilarious guy.
A good spokesman
For Coke and Jello,
A d*mn near genius;
A funny fellow.
You once were called
“America’s Dad”,
Your clever shows
Made us so glad.
So, what could make
Someone like you
Do things no one
Should ever do?
The question, it
Does truly vex.
Could you just not
Get enough sex?
And now, we see
The Truth is out,
Your actions spoke,
They left no doubt.
You’ll pay for all
The things you’ve done.
In your new home,
You’ll have no fun.
Your new friends
Will all gather round,
Say, “Hey! Hey! Hey!,
Get on the ground!”
You’ll feel butt-hurt
Tho you’re not gay,
'‘Jailhouse Buck, Buck’*
Is the game we play!”
* "Buck, Buck", S2, T3, "Revenge", 1967
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Ebony and Ivory pt.II
Ebony and Ivory
Cos' and Harvey together for eternity
Swappin' sodomy stories forever
In their own private purgatory
b.r. marshall
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Roses are red
But they're also yellow
And sometimes white
My brain is now jello.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
GOOD evening.
Good day.
good grief.
good looking.
good food.
good friend.
good lover.
good person.
good things happen.
good to be home.
good movie.
good night.
good morning.
good reads.
good God.
ah! it's good to see you again. hold me tight.
Good poem ! 
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Impressive huey
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
Posted: |
May 22, 2018 - 12:24 PM
|
|
|
|
By: |
jackfu
(Member)
|
And to further demean myself, here goes:
Always Before A Big Date
I once did awake with a pimple,
As big as my thumb it did seem.
Of course it was right on my nose tip;
“The prom’s in two days!“ I did scream.
Tho‘ everyone said, “Don’t you touch it,
You’ll get it infected, you see.”
Yet to go to the prom with Zitzilla
Would be the sure death of poor me.
So, I crept to the bathroom unnoticed,
I was feeling so totally slagged.
But the thing was so big and gigantic,
It had its own pulse, and I gagged.
I just touched it ever so slightly,
No squeezing, no pinching, no fuss.
The d*mned thing erupted like ‘Suvius,
And covered the mirror with pus.
The next thing I knew then, the phone rang,
I ran for to answer it quick.
I next heard my dear Mother scream out,
“Oh, God I am going to be sick!”
I cleaned up my mess, begged forgiveness,
Went back to the phone and guess what,
My Girl called to cancel our prom date.
So I called her an ignorant snot!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
