well i do enjoy writting about things that are going on in this world and put a little comedy into it, but i also enjoy writting poems and/or lyrics. it lets me express my feelings a little better and keeps it on subject and right to the point. i've written hundreds of poems since i was a young teen with most of them being pretty good. (at least i think so). so i'm going to use this great site to not only do what i have been doing but also to take some breaks and switch it up with some personal poems. i hope you enjoy them and comment them.

this first one i'm going to share with you is called "Crunk", and i don't really have to explain what it's about cause if you read it you should be able to tell. i hope you guys and girls like it.

I work too hard

Just to see the money fall away

The phone calls are adding up

The bill collectors call all day after day

I've given up on love

If you still believe that's great for you

But it's something that was just a wish for me

That's among many things that haven't come true

If I have to see one more person smile

From ear to ear

If I have to hear one more person

Say they love living here

I'm going to need a beer

And somewhere...

Where everybody gets crunk

Where the girls shake their junk

They keep placed in their truck

And the people get prettier by the glass

Where time stands still

Where everything around us doesn't seem real

And none of us can feel...a god damn thing

I can't wait until it's pay day

So I can take my check

And basically throw it away

On all those things that deal with

Getting you from place to place

And feeding my hungry face

I've giving up on moving out

Getting a life of my own

As long as I keep my weight

As long as I keep my style

The cloths I've worn in the past

I'll be able to wear for a while

If I have to see one more person smile

From ear to ear

If I have to hear one more person

Say they love living here

I'm going to need a beer

And somewhere...

Where everybody gets crunk

Where the girls shake their junk

They keep placed in their truck

And the people get prettier by the glass

Where time stands still

Where everything around us doesn't seem real

And none of us can feel...a god damn thing