A man from Afghanistan

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there once was a man from afghanistan
who crapped in a shed and wiped with his hand
lived a quaint little life growing opium outside
on the land he owned and lived on with his pride
and as heroine prices rose this man i suppose
turned his flowers into gold and as they sold
he became wealthy so very wealthy in fact
he purchased internal plumbing and a ceramic toilet at that
though now wealthy he wasn't such the smarty we thought
cause he stepped into his toilet for his weekly bathing
and after a flush and a yelp a loud scream for help
he was never heard of or seen again
the end

Feelings

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see girl we both want the same things; feelings
cause currently we're both at a loss
so how about i lie to you and say that i love you
and you act like i'm really gettin you off

if you're not willing then i'll have to go
but i know your self esteem is nearly out of gas
so girl once again listen to me "i love you"
now when you see it, promise not to laugh

see this right here, what we have, it's beautiful
two worthless entities fulfilling what we want most
but in the end of it all we are left empty
before you leave me, mind making me some toast?

i like it golden brown with some butter and jelly


An Accident

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Once a b**** accidentally switched up and did something nice
Simply put it was amusing as I laughed harder than I ever have
In fact I laughed so hard I saw tears stream from her eyes
As she cried I witnessed something special yet bad
In the good sense, her frozen heart shattered right before me
And melted at my feet
Defeat was imminent as I walked off trying not to slip
On the melted goo that she ran her hands through
Then she stared up at me as she realized what she did
With the word b**** branded on her forehead she knew
She succeeded in failure and I failed at success
Yet I walked away with a smile and she laid in her mess.


My rock

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my pet rock rolls around on the desk when i'm not there
he sings when i'm in the shower at the top of his lungs
he's a cool guy, but not cool enough to shake your hand
trust me i've tried quite a few times
he just doesn't get it, this f***** rock's a jerk
i can't believe i paid money for this piece of sh**
i may throw him out kick him around
and drop a hammer on his f***** forehead to make him split
haha a splitting headache, f*** that b****
then i'll draw an upside down smiley face on him
so he will never be happy again
i loved my little guy, a caring rock, but...
he wouldn't shake my hand
so i had to kill a man
and the rock still sits here
looking at me, staring, thinking of how to apologize
but he hasn't yet, so i still wait...


beautiful day

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what a beautiful day outside
birds chirping sky mighty bright
this is why we live, to enjoy these days
as the trees give away to the sun's rays
i am amazed, so i hop in my car and drive
around mountain curves hear the tires cry
and with the up coming left turn
and a smile on my face I
I decided to turn right
and that...that is why
I drove off the cliff without a goodbye
to piss off the b**** who loved me

thanks for all the replies

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thanks for the reply. i didn't think anybody would reply to my poems but you did, so thanks. actually i am a pretty happy guy that is really laid back and easy going. the poems have deeper meanings and many relate to certain things and feelings that many may have but don't know what to do with. some are meant to be funny in a dark sort of way like the last poem about me driving off the cliff. i have a lot of other poems written in similar fashion. i need to read more on this site, thanks for taking the time to pick through these few poems and leaving honest criticism. i take criticism well unlike others. thanks again.

oh and by the way, that was a lovely poem, i take it you wrote it?

"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy. "

nice ending

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I write stupid poems, but not racist ones! Do you think that men from Afghanistan all grow opium? Stereotypical dude!

how is that racist?

i never once stated that all people there grow opium. i stated that there once was A MAN from afghanistan. one single guy. we all know opium is grown over there. so this isn't so far fetched is it? wow...people are quick to jump on something and call it racism. i might as well call you a racist because you seem to not like somebody who might have made a generalization...but in fact i didn't.

but yea, thanks for reading the first few lines anyway ass.