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a poem I wrote during a realy rough spot in my life

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i think you a few of you think I am tyring to be a pro writer? no, just expression myself help sme get thru the life i alreedy have
 
Ichinisan said:
OP troll WIN.
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srsly... not sure why people are questioning whether this is a troll or not. Other than posting in hot deals, the only threads this guy creates are troll threads (see: why no white history month). He obviously can type correctly.

I give it a .5/10 on the troll scale though for being somewhat less than subtle.
 
She was a broad and burly man,
her name was Brian Manahan.
Five foot three, built like a tree,
she sat to poop and stood to pee.
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For make benefit of glorious signature disablers. 😀

Your sig's actually pretty hilarious. Your poem, however, reeks of nerd-angst.
 
Your poem put this song back into my head. It is your fault.


Tom Russell: Stealing Electricity

There's a Mexican dead on a power line
He's deader than yesterday's communion wine
He was trying to get something he couldn't afford for free
A poor man stealing electricity

His heart went d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da-da

Ten thousand volts, now he's gone
Hanging on a cross high above Babylon
Hey baby, ain't that just like you and me?
Love is like stealing electricity

Two hearts go d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da-da

When the poverty of your spirit and the weakness of your flesh
Go dancing every night through other people's trash
You love yourself women, what the hell you're doing with me
You're gonna burn baby, burn from stealing electricity

Two hearts go d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da-da

We climb so high in search of a kindred soul
Till we grab hold of a live wire up on a high line pole
The laws of nature say you get nothing for free
And love is like stealing electricity

Two hearts go d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da-da

There's a Mexican dead on a power line
He's deader than yesterday's communion wine
He was trying to get something he could not afford for free
A poor man stealing electricity

His heart went d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da

D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
 
IronWing said:
Your poem put this song back into my head. It is your fault.


Tom Russell: Stealing Electricity

There's a Mexican dead on a power line
He's deader than yesterday's communion wine
He was trying to get something he couldn't afford for free
A poor man stealing electricity

His heart went d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da-da

Ten thousand volts, now he's gone
Hanging on a cross high above Babylon
Hey baby, ain't that just like you and me?
Love is like stealing electricity

Two hearts go d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da-da

When the poverty of your spirit and the weakness of your flesh
Go dancing every night through other people's trash
You love yourself women, what the hell you're doing with me
You're gonna burn baby, burn from stealing electricity

Two hearts go d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da-da

We climb so high in search of a kindred soul
Till we grab hold of a live wire up on a high line pole
The laws of nature say you get nothing for free
And love is like stealing electricity

Two hearts go d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da-da

There's a Mexican dead on a power line
He's deader than yesterday's communion wine
He was trying to get something he could not afford for free
A poor man stealing electricity

His heart went d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da

D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
D-da, d-da, d-da, d-da, d-da
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OciCzKgGY0
 
Eli said:
Not my usual preference in music, but that was really good! :thumbsup:
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I had to google it...not what I usually listen to...but not bad.
There's just something appealing about "There's a Mexican dead on a power line" that appeals to my "baser side"...😛
 
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BoomerD said:
I had to google it...not what I usually listen to...but not bad.
There's just something appealing about "There's a Mexican dead on a power line" that appeals to my "baser side"...😛
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I heard it on the radio for the first time a couple days ago. He got to the "His heart went d-da da..." part and I was like "WTF?" then I was like "No really, WTF?".
 
I tried to read this to my wife behind me and couldnt get more than three words out for laughing so hard. OP I thank you for really making my night. I laughed so damn hard my cheeks hurt. I was laughing so hard my wife couldnt help but bust out in laughter too even though she could not even understand what I said.


I wish it wasnt a troll post though.
 
I suddenly fill inspired to rite a highkoo

Mispelled lettre werds
sum kall it a pome but it's
brianmanahan
 
Hmmm...you are like the Liam Gallagher of the poetry world. Actually, I take that back...Liam Gallagher actually wrote music that was bearable. Your "pome" is just unreadable.
 
Honestly, the only way the OP could possibly get away with this is either if he's a foreigner or 12, and not even, my 7 y/o cousin can spell better than him.
 
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