Portolet Poetry

[Crimsonmistymemory]

Word of wisdom, peace and love from the inner walls those lovely little blue, green or grey boxes that are solitary or assembled in groups. Edited July 13, 2016 by Crimsonmistymemory

[Crimsonmistymemory]

Roll'em fat, burn'em slow. Wear your shades so the Boss won't know

[Crimsonmistymemory]

Here I sit tired and dirty, hiding from the boss till 3:30

[Crimsonmistymemory]

Here I stand trying to piss,

Thinking of the girl

who gave me this,

If she were here and I was well

I'd catch it again,

sure as hell...

 

[Crimsonmistymemory]

Here I sit broken hearted

Ran here to shit

But only farted

[Crimsonmistymemory]

Where did I go wrong

I was such a looker

Now I sit in a solar

Shit Cooker

[Crimsonmistymemory]

Why are you looking here

The joke's in your hand

[Boots]

Here I sit wondering

Where did it all go wrong

I miss him so terribly

He had a lovely schlong

[Boots]

I messed up so bad

He was the best I ever had

I feel so goddamn sad

That boy was so rad

[Boots]

His muscles were tight

He was a real sight

I think of him every night

Love really does bite