Random Pt. 14

Orange Fanta with the fridge light shining

Quenching beads melt on the drinkers nude chest

Male or female? A drinker of which sex?

 

His/her distinction is driving him mad

This lad defaults to his sex in vocab

Far from sexist but I do have gonads

Need not ask permission to grab. Not sad!

 

Sandwich made with random ingredients

Meals of a culinary deviant

Assign me the judge who’s least lenient

 

Sluggish and satisfied, walking to bed

It’s time to get rest/pretend that I’m dead

 

 

 

 

 

Referring 2 Females as Males

Addressing a group of people you’re friendly with as “guys”

Wondering if that is cool or despised

Wondering because there are some ladies – you count five

Obviously, you mean to be friendly…at least you think it’s obvious

Unsure about asking

Don’t want to create a problem where it does not exist

Let’s try this: “So hey, you girls ready to go?” – The guys got pissed

“Oh, fuck you bitch” they said in unison

Common Problem & Meandering

Debating whether one should masturbate in the car

There’s a traffic jam and you live far

Swearing that the next vehicle you buy will be an SUV

Make it a challenge for other drivers to watch a pervert play with his pee-pee

Or what they call Vajayjay

Inclusivity

Reality is Riveting

Exhibiting signs of Malcontent

Killing two guards and entering the tent

Blessed with oral sex

Became friends with a guy named Rex

Listen…Princess, sometimes life is a Peach

But when it’s not, life is a shhhhh…. 😉

Random Pt.2

Including ads on my “site” because of course

I’m broke to the core

You thinking: “I don’t want to read this no more.”

Visualizing infinite possibilities in 1.4 seconds

Dying in combat using your brain as a weapon

Taught a lesson so severe, she stumbled

And shivered

Almost climbed back but she crumbled

And withered

Killed a broad for shrieking out “I’m with her”

Now obliged to equally demean my fellow Mr.s

Never knowing where I’m going when I’m typing

Labeled unnatural, creating poems with no writing

…anyway, Poetry Police came once

Wasn’t using old wig-wearing wigga Words enough

Ordered obedience at my door, was I a tame pup?

Mmm…no, when I came: RUFF!

Wait…said something bad about Whites back there

Now I have to diss Browns, what’s fair

Is fair

 

[Hold on; I have to go sell a drug]…….

 

Allah prohibits achieving the mental state they call crunk

The pressure is building up…

You know how…

Before a mass shooting the shooter might say a bunch

Of heinous stuff, just playing tough

But then to the victims’ dismay erupts

The dam that sealed away the raging nut?

Yup 🙂