I recently recovered my c:\stuff directory from ye olde hard drive. I'm in the process of sorting out all the interesting stuff from the warez and crap. I'm not sure it qualifies as "interesting" but I did find some poetry I wrote some years back and had forgotten about.

Die you whore!

Die!
Die you whore!
Goddamn I said die didn't I?
Why wont you die?
Have you got something in your eye?
It is a small fry?
Or maybe just a sty
In either case it's making you cry
Cry out of your eye
And into that there pie
Actually thats a lie
I only said it cause I'm high!
So Die you whore!
Die!

Don't get Mad get Mental

Hey baby
Dontcha get mad
You know what to do
You know how to do it
Get Mental!
Get Mental!
Get Mental!
We ain't talkin experimental
We're talking muthafuckin MENTAL!
Go round in a psycho rage
Fuck 'em up til they put you in a cage
Do I look like a muthafuckin Sage?
Get to grips with your own violent nature
Why should you give a fuck if everybodies gonna hate ya
They'll all regret that they stepped on you later
When you
Get Mental!
Get Mental!
Get Mental!

Skies that turn to darkest black

I look to the heavens
but see only burning hell
I try to ignore it
But jesus what's that smell!?

This is the second stanza
I've nothing much to say
Did I tell you about the time
I was taught to Walk This Way?

Theres so much in this world I hate
I should really make a list
Fill it up with all the things
That really get me pissed

Problem is I can't be arsed

I used to have too much time on my hands.

the R stands for byRon

Posted by jonc from 68.184.33.243 @ 07/11/2003 03:36 PM CST

dude someones going to steal "Don't get Mad get Mental" and make a multimillion dollar track off it

Posted by mewse from 24.79.53.100 @ 07/12/2003 03:30 AM CST

heh.. like Chuck Barris perhaps

Posted by Jon from 82.39.115.104 @ 07/12/2003 07:06 AM CST