Don't Judge

Rude Fucking Dude

There was a big dude

He was very fucking rude

Made everyone ridiculously blue

Made everyone cry hard boo hoo

One day that rude dude

Said “Ah Ha another boob!

Let me make them cry boo hoo

That’s so fun to do!"

That rude dude starting spewing

Thought he knew what he was doing

But the she human he was trying to screw

Sparked back with an intense brew

Of words of fire that cut through

Made that rude dude so blue

He cried and cried boo hoo

The rest of his lifetime through.

The Devil Flys By

Pointing fingers pretend to care

Burning eyes with jealous stares

Swollen tongues become impaired

Wicked souls are bared.

The devil flys laughing to and fro

Reaping what he didn’t sow

Free will creates a fabulous show

So many wonderful wicked souls.

Ringing his skinny hands he impatiently waits

For the bared souls of poisoned hate

Whose evil eyes and tongues create

A ticket to ride through hell’s flaming gate.

Hoping wicked souls can never see

The evil in their wicked deeds

Collecting enough is the key

Devil wins God’s on his knees.

LIVIN IT MAD

I hate you all

And you all suck

If I come by

You better duck

The world is mad

Now I’m mad too

To be otherwise

Makes me the fool

So you better run

When I come

Or I’ll punch you hard

Until you’re spun.

This is the way

We all need to be

So glad I can

Finally see

Thanks to everyone

That attacked me

And finally convinced me.

MESSAGE TO LANE THE POSTING BULLY

Oh Lane Oh Lane

Why are you a pain

Don’t you know it’s lame

To be so bully in the posting game

Zillion postings in a row with your name

It’s really quite insane.

If you don’t post it all in a row

With such a feverish blow

Do you feel no one will know

To read your posts so

You give them no where to go

By posting so many in a row?

Or maybe it’s just simply math

Visions of clicking money baths

Take you down your crazed posting path

Self centered visions ignore the wrath.

But how will you ever see

If readers want to actually read

What you write by wiping out the posting seas

When you leave only you to read

And there’s no reading variety to be?

Don’t be afraid Oh Lane

Just play it real in the game

Posting zillions feverishly in a row is insane

And doesn’t bring instant fame to your name.

No such thing as rapid success

Time is the real test

Of what readers like the best

And who they will easily forget

Attention wanes they cry out “NEXT!”.

And those zillion postings only brings disdain

From those writers who play fair in the game

Leave variety to readers to decide what’s lame

Give everyone a chance to claim

The small bits of profit change

That comes from the clicking game

By not posting so many in a day

That it wipes out everyone else’s name.

So get real Lane and get it right

Stop bombarding the site

Where readers come to read and write

That insanity doesn’t reflect writing might

And doesn’t mean you’re out of sight

Just means you need to get it right

And stop being a bully writer on the site.

SHOULD WE TALK TO DORI DAY?

Look over there it’s Dori Day

Didn’t everyone talk bad about her yesterday

No one had anything pleasant to say

Maybe we should just walk the other way.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s true or not

We’ll be out of the group if we get caught

Spending time with Dori is too hot

If our friends see us we’ll fall from the top.

By the way have you ever talked to her

Do you know whether she’s bad or good

Maybe she’s just misunderstood

And not at all ridiculous and rude.

It could be we are being tricked

And she is better than these other dicks

They actually talk about everyone like they’re shit

And tell us what to do never letting us even think about it.

Maybe we should go our own way

Go over there and talk to Dori Day

Not listen to what the others say

And start making our own decisions everyday.

That way we won’t make mistakes

When others tell us who to hate

Because they may just not appreciate

People that are actually really great.

Maybe it’s too risky for the image they create

Of being better for better’s sake

And there’s nothing bad about Dori Day

She’s just got caught in the way

Of egos that need to feel better than someone else each day.

It’s true we will be out of the group

If we begin to live in truth

But if we don’t we’ll have no couth

And live a life that’s a ruse.

And we might miss out on a ton of good friends

Even have more fun than the group we’re in

Hey this is sounding better then

Doing what we’re told again.

Hi Dori how’s your day?

We are seeing you through another way

And we wanted to know if you want to play

Lets’s all go off this way

And have a fun day.

Wow Dori Day was really great

I’m so glad we didn’t make the mistake

Of listening to others who want to create

A world where everyone separates

From talking lies that breed hate

Just to make them feel better for better’s sake.