Senor General Comrade Commissar Bumchuckles

You smell funny
Your teeth are crooked

Liar-Liar, pants on fire
Hang ‘em high on a telephone wire

Stick out your tongue
Got your nose
Lose my shoe
Show your toes

Baloney
Bologna
Hooves and lips
Crocodile tips

Cheese and crackers
Sour lip-smackers

The fickle cookie dough
Never seemed to make it to the oven
I laugh now
At the essence of being a child.

over

It’s the beginning of
a new era

I had enough
I thought you
should know

it’s over
I found something
Something better

With out hate
And sadness

I need to get over it
And you’re no help

You left me so
Depressed and mad

I’m over you
But can’t forget
The way you treated me

You used me than
Threw me away

I was going to add something in something in spanish. But for right now I'll leave it out.

I'm Sick

I hope you enjoy reading.

I’m Sick
And Tired
You keep going back and forth
Make up your mind
You are driving me crazy
Why are you doing this
What is so funny about it
I see no humor in it
So why
For I am sick of it
Give me my space
For it is not working
Are friendship is not here
Why did I forgive you
For now I know
It was not
The best choice
I’m sick

Lost

Life without you is hard
Life with you is even harder
Can I open up to you or
are you going to tear me down?
Are you trustworthy or
are you going to break my heart?
So confused
So lost in my feelings
My heart is telling me
I should stay with you
My feeling are pulling me apart inside
I can't decide, it's just to hard
You mean more to me that you will ever know
But you are gone from my life
You'll never come back
Am I betraying you somehow
By moving on?
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I dedicate this to my ex boyfriend. He committed suicide last year.

This is a poem written by Kurt Vonnegut in tha book "Man Without a Country". I know It's not original but he died last night.

When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
“It is done.”
People did not like it here

No Faze...

I said I loved you
I said I would miss you
But the thing is
You left
And it didn’t even bother me
Did I actually love you?
Would I really miss you?
I don’t know
Your love should hurt
But I feel no burn
I should be dying inside
But the thing is
It didn’t faze me then
And it doesn’t faze me now

I hope you like this poem. I know I can do better but, I just thought of this over the weekend. So, hope you like reading it...