The Official Poetry Thread

[noel411]

The elder generation
they respect me
but they don't realise
that I'm addicted to porn,
that before I saw them today
and we chatted amiably
I jerked off for several hours straight
over images
of hot sluts choking on viagra swollen cocks,
bouncing on them
and taking loads in the face
so many sluts
so many fucks
they blend into one,
but I remember each and every one
each assigned it's own separate identity,
and recalled shorty after
maybe before or during,
my exchanges with the elder generation...

and does it bother me?
no
no, it truly doesn't in the least
not even when I contemplate it deeply
however
it does interest me,
fascinate me?
maybe...I'm not sure,
when I reflect upon it,
the elder generation
how would things be
if they knew
about my porn addiction?

[noel411]

Oh wise one,
Oh wise one what have you for me on this summer's day?
what wisdom will you impart for me?
can you help me climb this tree?
this very same tree which may help me see
see the way that I must be,
the hours tick still the mist is thick
my eyes and senses still alert
what's healthy to me to them is sick
if you'd like me to I could squirt?
the depths have been filled
filled with shit
because that's all it is
all of it,
now just a shallow pit,
Oh wise one help me
help me to fulfill this chapter
to write it's closing paragraphs,
only then may I be free
to soar the skies like a raptor
make my way down the narrow path...

[noel411]

I wish I was
a wild west hero
I wish I was
Robert De Niro
although I'd be much older then
but would it be worth it
to have lived his life?
did he fuck a lot of hot groupies
when he was younger?
because that's what it's all about
fame
isn't it?

[noel411]

In a few months time
I'll be living in a van
in a far away land
will I be the man?
the man from the down under land?
with a dark surfer's tan
will I be able to rest my right hand?
only use it to grip some jiggly cans
if things go to plan...

oh how life could be grand.

[noel411]

Ahhhhhh, but what is life?
what is life...
it's like the edge of a knife
much strife,
problems are rife,
I killed my wife

...she was a slut,
fucked strangers on film for a short while,
had a dope style,
but then she got a gut

what is life?
it's like a mango turned inside out,
first the seed
then the fruit
and finally the skin
the truth within

what is life?
I think you know now

what is life?
....

[noel411]

"You're a vile young man"
an aged lady once said to me
I swung with all I had
at her face
full pace
like it was a race
she crumbled...
in the past I once stumbled
upon some historical scrolls
yo it's da God noel
I studied them,
for years I did
I hid
from society
but not sobriety,
and I studied those ancient scrolls
and that's how I learned
to create
the perfect
bread rolls

so come to my bakery
no fakers, G...