When I am afraid I do not fear I pick up my blade And slam another beer When I am afraid I start another fight I don't let fear fade I fight it with all my might My rage fuels my terror So on and on I go Fighting with all my fervor Until next winter's snow
I experience a piece of heaven Every single day When I speak my affirmations, seven When gratitude I pay When I see something to fruition When I respect my body When I make a connection When I say something naughty When I eat, when I fight When I treat, when I see the light Heaven does not exist, it is right here When I coexist, I shed all my fear
I am selfish In every single way I am programmed to kill fish And manipulate man to sway My instinct is to survive At any cost that may be Like keeping my fellow man alive To give them all of me When others survive So shall I We selfishly thrive Until and after we die
Today I did a search From being stuck To a forward lurch From saying, "Fuck!" To saying, "Done!" From getting stuck To having fun To solve my problems I always know I'll purge code goblins With Stack Overflow
We all need to design A better human experience Let us not resign To this arbitrary fence... ...that divides us from eachother That obscures our sight From truth, from love, from our brother From our sister, our mother, our might It is finally time For human design
Erasing memories Is the same as a lie Ignoring territories Of your mind's eye Drink a potion Forget your fate Stirring commotion Igniting hate Digest all that is false Start another fight Or still your pulse And never say goodnight
Some people spend all their energy On workflows and good synergy Some people focus all their will To hone themselves and chill Some people sap all their energy On criticizing others while ignoring their own lethargy Some pat themselves on the back For all the reasons they direct their hate Yet they never seem to keep track Of the things they do that control their fate
I once met a lovely lass Though, she was rather crass She loved to slap my ass And give other men a pass She had rather bad gas But, she was a catch – a trophy bass A volumptuous lass Her boussoms with such mass She had such wit and sass But, one day did pass She was swallowed by a morass Oh, the funeral had such class! They played the sweetest blue grass She was my sweet piece of ass Now she's just biomass By now, you've wished you'd given a pass To this shit poem, written by a jackass.
I always have in my bag A lighter for lighting a fag I always have in my sack A calorie-heavy snack And every day I pack An axe for wood I hack I always keep my container Full with paper, no-brainer I never forget to stock my carrier With softer paper for my derrière It's always such a drag All the shit I have in my bag.
I always forget my lunch I never get the hunch No thought in my mind That I left it behind Not even a clue As if I never knew... ...that I even had it at all Making my brain feel so small I suppose there's always tomorrow Maybe I won't replay this sorrow
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