It's my birthday tomorrow

[butter_man]

but what is love to me
if not but one but three
got only two for thee
two shoes upon my feet
these dishes clean you see
sweet land of liberty
only one upon the track
and we aint holding back
theres no truth left unsaid
not in your head
that sits tight within your bed
you remember what she said
just after she gave you head
enough to fill your chest with lead

My leadened heart, guffaws loud like a bready fart,
I sigh with a smile when her legs apart
she takes deep breaths, her breast are like three eggs. fried
she's my three nippled ride.
she says theres magic inside, but each heavy incantation
that frees from gestations emancipation
a phalydomide, has me asking why
who gave these kids there eyes?
busy looking at the blood on the pavement
when the amazement comes from the raping
there nation has plagued them
yet they choose the easier options, the skutters,
Im like 'hey, i aint your enemy. Im butters'

[wobbles]

hes butters, im wobbles,
the beat, we gobbles
we treadin, the cobbles
we've fucked, our marbles
our marbles they round
we tossed the sound
to the ground
never heard it before
wont hear it no more
wont hear it again
we tossed the pen

[butter_man]

we tossed the pen in the ocean
whats that commotion
where fucked, no lube or lotion
we goin in dry, like humour,
you may die: a tumor.
but we find it funny.
dont get offended hunny
I nearly lost my mummy and did my bezzy
so If I cant laugh at eddy, who's xmas prezzy
was a trip to the morch-erry
than you might as well bury me and call me kerry

[wobbles]

call him kerry
the man with a berry
that trees is well old
the cut it down to the mold
will it grow back mommy
im hungry, my tummy
well be home soon
ill blow u a balloon
dont be a bufoon
taste this shroom
my arms a broom
bitch vroom vroom

[butter_man]

bitch vroom vroom
I get parred by a car left a scar on my arm
had a hardened of heart till the farm said nar-arr
had more pharms than calm llama parts with in march
didnt start to get 'tard,
but fell apart when my arc
caught a snag on a parf
that myaunts or my art..
teachers didnt teach me to dodge
now Im drafted in garms, fit for yards
now life is a war I never wanted to start

[wobbles]

a war I never wanted to start
in the cubicle concealed i fart
pushin buttons just to rpove i have a heart
but they smart, they play their part
havent done an ounce of work
and i play the jerk
chugging coffee on break
peoples wishes I take

[butter_man]

i dont break, or fake a fart
life is art, paper mache flays apart
jobs help the economy, slobs excuses
who toot 'can you borrow me'
but theres a diff, between lobster brisque
and a shotty lobotomy,
self medicated or weak, no! plebs frustrated
that life doesnt play out. like save by the bell
so they play playstation and say life is hell
well, you can judge from the sidelines
or thank your lucky stars it isn't 'aint right in my mind'
thats third person thinkin, the enemy is tweekin,
2 hours kip and you aint slept all weeked, straight,
thats peak, twin.

[wobbles]

i dont sleep
without letting my peen weep
crying for 30 minutes
to farrah rae my bae
i was so sick
so i sneezed a brick
out of my nose in the thick
holding tight
hovered above
my love aint no dove
but a glove a passive shove
hold her tight while you give her the smight
have you seen that bitch ass backwards doin it right

[butter_man]

the last time I seen a bitch doin it right
I learnt they soon switch, and put some poo in my stride
and while I like to dick a trick, have her licking my pipe
I learnt that needing this was just an Image I lied
a gimmick I tried, to see the vision behind
was it me, my ego, libido or just a giggity-ride
or did I feel I was just dicking, something missing in life
or these chickens I find, leave my quilt with there slime
have them holding onto handles catching breath as they slide
off my bed, into there dress and then there stepping out side
is just a way to spend my day when I aint getting it right.
you getting my vibe?

[wobbles]

im getting your vibe
taken strides
eating them pies
this shit divine
i aint even crying
im not mad im dissapointed
the terms used we didnt coin it

[butter_man]

it doesnt matter if you know one way or another
time here is short, man think they be lover
shabba! or shaggy or whoever they take after
but haul back the curtains theres laughter
now I aint claiming to be tolstoy
or shirk matters that are so wooiiiii
it's just life is passing by and theres things im trynna a-void.
like fickle relations that are relating to the testes
though this is common practice in socail matters
so I aint the one that wants to test these
but best believes, beyond delusions of grandeur
there are much going on that is very much the matter
and people concerned wether there fatter, or sexy by attraction
is the ego's abstraction of a greater distraction
that leaves me puzzled as a matter of fact shun,

[wobbles]

mans on a meditation tip
my breakfast i skip
and i rip my tip and i rub my nip
months ago i was monk
turned up to the party i stunk
hey yo hear this bros
i aint even about the hoes
i wanna read dem books
forget the hooks
forget then tunes
forget that pussy
forget honies
forget the funnies
shit aint funny
i fill my tummy
with one thing
thats knowledge
enough to kick a kid out of college
too smart for school
you can see the drool
hanging out his ear
dropping down like a tear
falling from the moon
on the final day
clock ticken but hey
well all be dead they say

[butter_man]

the fatefull paradox
that mans at loss, to all things considered 'cool'
if he handles not, what the tv chatter box,
says must be had for you to brag alot
or, you must smell and your friends shame
as you change your name, to albatross
but I can counter boss, cos lass still pounced alot
when I had a beard longer than alberts was
so I dont need what most consider mad kudos
to still hang, and be thoughtful, like a #lad do not

[wobbles]

i have a small heart, but an above average brain
can't separate that shit unless u wanna generate pain
through myself and the rest
how can i try to be the best
i'm not a greedy fuck but damn
how inflated is my chest
id rather be fucked all my life
than a hero for a day
cuz at the end of the show
they'll spit on your grave

[butter_man]

i have a small heart, but an above average brain
can't separate that shit unless u wanna generate pain
through myself and the rest
how can i try to be the best
i'm not a greedy fuck but damn
how inflated is my chest
id rather be fucked all my life
than a hero for a day
cuz at the end of the show
they'll spit on your grave

the heart is but a concept, its a matter for reflection
thoughts generate feelings, anxieties and tensions,
so if your mind can buffer what you believe the heart is feeling
then you my dear wobbles will be on your way to healing
now, that is something, I dont claim to have down to a T
one day Ill be super joyous, the next day: misery
but you gotta roll with the punches, through thick and thin,
indifference is your ally, keep a fixed grin
and a dry sense humor, so they dont figure you out
cos many of your peers are living in doubt
and they are looking for a target with the quips from there mouth
just tell them "shut the fuck up, don't watch mans shit, 'llow it fam"

[wobbles]

i tells them to shut the fuck through the hollow
the happier you are, the more they follow
oh look what a joy, it is to be high
wont you please pour me another cup, guy
it's so great to know you, our time spent is grand
but really i'd love to get fucked up with any man
what a wonderful fellow he is on a weekend night
i'm sure his future is galaxies bright
come on in my ship, i'm blasting off soon
off to the mars we go, since the earth is doomed

[nobody]

Thanks

I'm 25

[butter_man]

Thanks

I'm 25

happy birthday fam.

our bad for hijacking your thread. considering it a poem in the virtual card still being written

[nobody]

Cheers, no problem, I haven't got round to reading them yet, they are the kind of thing that I like reading in the office whilst trying not to tear my eyes out with a letter opener

[butter_man]

i tells them to shut the fuck through the hollow
the happier you are, the more they follow
oh look what a joy, it is to be high
wont you please pour me another cup, guy
it's so great to know you, our time spent is grand
but really i'd love to get fucked up with any man
what a wonderful fellow he is on a weekend night
i'm sure his future is galaxies bright
come on in my ship, i'm blasting off soon
off to the mars we go, since the earth is doomed

yeh, the myriad of conversations ive had (some drug addled)
of what you did in your past, music? favorite rap battle
wear thin after a while when you see its a screen,
a laminate of culture opaque and not clean,
the real test of friendship I consider is this
if I need to run next village, during war, with a list
of supplies for the town, and tell you to guard my kids
can I trust you with that, or will you be a div
and get captured and give the whereabouts of my bliss
to save your own skin like some snivelling piss
I believe most would, thats why Im not interested in
wether you like your hair straight, or curled at the tips
cos some days I exist in a perpetual state of sick
thoughts of our destruction, and running to the sticks
while the fickle chat on facebook about liking what hits
I think what pathetic species, to which I exist
and if they where to farm look how easy it is.
so I feign some normality, though the veneer is as thin
as the personalitys that surround me
as the future looks grim

happy birthday again, yay