FORTRAN3006

when asked about my day
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this morning i woke up and took my pill
went to school to buy my **** but it was expensive by just a bit
swallowed it down so it'd take away the frown
from then on out the rest of the day was like swimmin in a pool, i no longer was a fool,
everything ruled
but near 5th period it started to fade
i started slipping back into the shade,
math got hard, my brain turned to lard
so when i got to the computer lab, i started to get mad, i started feelin bad
so i took out another pill of adderall and had it all
finished all my work, made it no longer lurk around downtown in my head, made it go to bed
went out to catch the bus, when i couldnt find it i had a fuss
till someone by the big gate said "chill out man its just late"
after the ride home i went to chill at my friend audrey's dome
came back to my house which we recently had to rid of a
mouse, figured a pill and a half wouldnt do me tomorrow,
so i took the rest in sorrow because now its all gone, but right now aint nothing wrong
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when asked how do i feel
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its like this stuff is in my head is all about branding, each and every thought meaningful and standing tall

when i look in the mirror it makes me feel beautiful, I look no longer null, my thoughts no longer dull, i feel strong as a bull
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asked about my past with medicines
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i'm outgoing now, talking is no longer like pushing a plow, i use to be just a shy guy like bill nye sitting on the side eating fries, and i felt like i was gonna cry and once like i was gonna die, my life was tied too tight, nothing was right, everything was a fight, but then one night, i went to a medicine doctor, he gave me something that made the pain softer, it was called paxil, but it made me an asshole, i was too outgoing, not knowing that i was making people mad, and not knowing it was bad, I'm lucky i still have my nads, thank god theyre bigger than my dad's
the blue pill today straightened it all out, and greatened it all enroute, i no longer wanted to shout, like a nazi kraut, but nor did i want to pout,
however i still retained all that the paxil allowed me to gain, i still have no pain and my attitute is off the chain, i can still talk to people anywhere, even below the steeple, without feeling feeble, not like being stung by a needle, instead it was greater, like i was a frequent masturbater, i gave everyone a new label, i felt more stable, more able, not being strangeled by a cable

it's hard for me to beleive it's all not a fable, when this is all laid out on the table, now when i talk to people i can connect to them on a new level, its like i want to love everyone forever, and like i never loved anyone ever until now, it was like POW, i just said wow, adderall took a bow, I shouted bravo! like a mob 'o freaks at a show, but not sinking that low, i dont even have a fro, SO now i think you get my point but i still wish i had a joint
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random ranting and story telling
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it blows that im still in middle school, with the rest of the fools, this is nothing that rules, nor is it something that cools, the immaturity makes me mad like a rad bad lad thats missing his nads, ignoring new fads, not seeing why girls like to barely be clad, making him sad like a sentence of death, having no options left, wont tell you if he's been F'ed, but at least he's never done meth, and ignores this kid named Seth, never met a girl named beth, or merle, except my grandma who thinks she's an outlaw, but is too old to crawl though its not her time to fall; but shes so small you could pin her to a wall and hit her with a ball but thats all, anyone else upon i should call?

what about you dan? you think youre the man? can you, in your bare hand, crush a can, a can that can span many an ounce, and bounce so fast that to catch it you'd have to pounce, and youre wrong if you think anything else counts, your ignorance would sting, and thats a bad thing, especially when you have a high ping that makes everything sound like a ring, so suck on my ding, you ****, youre out of luck like a duck under a moving truck - that'd make it cluck, before you threw it in the oven and baked it, but first i hope you shaked it, otherwise you just caked it, or maybe you faked it, it doesnt matter, its still going to splatter, and you'll have to clean up the batter and hope it doesnt shatter your windows like a mad hatter would do because he's such a foo, not to mention his crew, addicted to chew, got the flu, even though theyre new, ohh poo, these rhymes could knock you out of your shoes, but only if thats what you choose and then you'll have to cruise

cruise up higher and higher until you get a bruise, in which case you lose, just like who? just like Lou

Lou was an asshat that owned a cat, multiple cats in fact, living in a shack where the only furniture was a rack for stacks of crack and smack, everything about lou just was lacking, he never did any mackin all he did all day was whacking, snacking and making up stupid words like fack, he was nothing like jack

jack was a weird ass quiet hobo who didnt smoke weed no' mo because he turned into too much of a slow ho', and was afriad of the po po's, so he spent his days eating coco puffs, he liked their fluff, it was chocolatey stuff, much better than drinking a duff, unless you wanted to get buff, but his concern was staying out of cuffs so he laid in his bed, all fed up, full of nothing but strife, so that night he decided to take his life right there in his bed, his life had shed, his brain was a loaf of bread, or at least thats what was said by ted

Ted was a cool kid, he was always the first to bid on red haired mids, such a pothead you could smell it on his skids, but ted had a problem, once he'd smoke dope he'd like to grope little girls with a rope and fill their mouths with soap to show his hate for the pope, it's what helped him cope but it fastly became very nasty,
people were starting to show up missing, the police started hissing, the little girls screamed as ted starting pissing but missing, no one found out it was ted until a scientist drinking lemonade, came and made a device fit for jesus christ, isnt that nice? the new tool was no fool, it found ted, and all was said. now ted's in jail with no hope of bail, he cant even get mail, he's completely failed, the only way out of jail was to cut with gold so to the devil his soul was sold, so was it in bold he would get lots of gold to mold sharply to fold that jail bar and escape to his car, to drive away far
ted is still out there somewhere, out there, like a bear, not ready to confess, only to molest
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girl that i like
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this girl adrianna, she use to do marijuana, but now thats all gone, now she's a good girl, did all she could, and more she wishes she would, but she's going out with some loser named cody, who's head is up in the clouds all floaty. She loves him but just can't stand him, wants to rip off his limb, give it to a hobo, whos munching on coco, whos name is JoJo, who dont work no' mo
<still in progress>

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Under a light, with my friend mike holding one of my eyes open to drop visine in it since i was too baked, I said "dude... I'm being born again."

weedzinger

We're So Proud!...

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Half of the people can be part right all of the time,
Some of the people can be all right part of the time.
But all of the people cant be right all of the time.

AndieBear

That's pretty cool, man. Keep it up. I can relate to your medicine poem. You are good at this!

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Ten people who speak, make more noise than ten thousand who are silent.

FORTRAN3006

thanks, I'm still making more, and suppose I'll post them



What I was aiming for in the last couple bits was comedy, do you think it was funny?

Super Woman

Cool man. I could make a poem about medication...heh....

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Down the rabbit hole and through the talking doors lies a world where vibrant colors merge into shapes of fantacy, and music radiates from flowers.

FORTRAN3006

i like cake and pie its my favorite thing when im high , and i get the munchies i won't like, i grab bags of crunchies because thats what i get the hunchies for, and whole bunchies

sometimes for lunchies

It's great with a boat 'a soda, drinking it until i look like yoda - 900 years olda, thats right when i start getting moldy and need a hospital to hold me, then my body starts folding, and i hear my death bell rolling

<part i cut out>

until im all gone, offf to a better place with my imaginary friend mace, a place where the case is people with no grace that get in your face and remind you of your untied shoe lace

Wait - rewing back behind smoking weed thats kind and getting so famished i thought i'd banish. I'm talking about when I got my big screen TV. Tired of being lean? sit back with a plate of fatty beans and watch something you dont hate until you gain some weight and change your fate to arrive sooner at hell's gate. This is something to which i can relate, but I'm turning it around and its going great, if i keep it up i might get a date without having to pay a high rate.

The end came kind of late but if i stopped before, this paper could have gotten ate

FORTRAN3006

This morning I had a couple scoops of this nasty poop soup made of coal to not eat it I’d have to find a loophole to make the rule null because I’d rather pack a lip of skoal, or a bowl to pacify my rowdy soul, so I don’t act like an asshole or boring as Bob Dole.
Maybe I’d rather go to the North pole, in the coarse cold with the big man in red, he’s got a lot of wrapping paper to fold. I hope he’s got me a pot of gold, or maybe I’ll just get the shoulder, get thrown out to get older, stuck outside where it’s a million times colder. I’d go looking for shelter under a boulder, a shelter I’d covet, finding a warm place, I’d love it. If you don’t like it you can shove it and get the hell out; defend yourself in this dangerous fallout. But to give it up would be the strangest call or shout out, maybe it’s expression, but to survive out there you gotta press on, make sure you’ve got your dress on, wait just get out I found some gold bullion. I’m putting it in a large bond or I might sell it to my friend Shawn, he runs the industry on his front lawn but to his parents he’s just a pawn. Hear ye, it’s a family business and they make mad money shiznitz, pretty cool isn’t it? Not getting off topic like lip****z I pack my bags and get ready to hit it. By now some of you just don’t get it, probably because I use big words like intermittent to describe my rhymes, that’s because I think of them in dual time but while that’s fine I’m worried I don’t end up in some loony bin making crazy friends that want to eat my skin in a soup like curry. So to get out of this I ran fast, scurried, then I don’t know what happened my memory is blurry. Remember me because I can’t remember when I last had to pee, I think it was last September, damnit, I no longer know my own gender! For some reason my brain is getting slimmer and my muscles no longer defenders, If a girl kicked in my front fender now it’d be quite a bender, I’d be forced to surrender or maybe befriend her if she was slender and could get someone to lend her some kindness or maybe some blindness, or else I’d get the hell away, come back later and make her pay.