Anything can be made out of jeans( I don’t think I did this challenge right)
I have a person who sits on my bus
And all we do is talk about silliness and jokes
We talk about outrageous things
Now I swear I am sophisticated (despite this post)
So let me tell ya’bout
Ja croix ( la croix but the drink is jeans)
I brought in a la croix ONE TIME
Jease (Jean cheese)
I like cheese
Jats (Jean hats, obviously)
No reason just dumb
Joffee (Jean coffee, too easy)
Person brings in coffee
J’ leggings (Jean leggings, if you did not understand something is wrong)
I basically only wear jeans but person likes leggings
All of these jokes were created because of one thing
I ONLY wear JeAnS
So in an attempt to creep me out and make me like leggings
Person and I created this and now I am horrified
In all seriousness this is true, and I had a blast writing something that makes me sound like a hobo, instead of my usual sophisticatednes. also I am very aware of denim, but I like the idea Of cutting jeans more fun.
What’s the point
What's the point of love
If it can all be lost in an instant
Whats the point of trust
If it can be broken in a sheer second
What's the point of believing you
If your obviously lying
There is no point
Even when I am trying my best
You break me down
And chew me up
In front of everyone I love
You publicly destroy me, our marriage, our kids
And basically everything else
When did it go wrong
You weren't always like this
I wasn't always like this
I should have known better
I should have left as soon as you started spending hours at the bar
But I was not strong
I could not take it
And now I am trapped with "our" kids and my misery
I could careless about the drinks or the mistresses
It is the fact that you not only destroyed your life
You had to go on and destroy mine
Sweet revenge
Revenge
Oh how I'd like to get revenge
But I must keep it in my head
Because success
Does not come from the hateful
Ir comes from the people who forget
They may tell you forgive and forget
But to forgive is to enable an idiot
So I choose to forget
But what if I don't forget
No I simply can't forget
My mind is too restless
My mind demands me to get revenge
So I'll end up writing letters
That never end up getting sent
With words that could murder
And poetry that could ruin
A life
Oh the Jungle
What an amazing sight
Passing by I can see
Bright bugs glistening around me
Monkeys travelling through the trees
Fruit bats hovering trying not to be seen
As I look closer I can see a huge black and yellow insect camouflaged by the trees
coming at me
I frantically check my guidebook
Trying to find out what it is
Finally my notes tell me
It is nothing but a harmless tarantula bee
Travelling through the great icy Alps
The snow blanketed the rich soil in a cloud of white
As I look up at the beautiful dark sky
I can see
A huge icy bird soaring through the night
A great shiny beacon
In the midnight black sky
Powerful and almighty
The opposite of fire
Like an icy phoenix
Like a great white dragon
Its snow white feathers piercing the sky
As I sit here and watch
I can't help but wonder
How high can it fly?
Waking up has always been a pain
But this time I could tell it was different
My arms could barely move
While I could feel something on my legs
The floor felt like a giant pillow
When I finally opened up my eyes
All I could see was white pillow like walls all around me
Then I looked down at my arms
As soon as I saw the staright jacket restraining me
I panicked, I flailed around on the blindingly white floor
I tried to get up
Before I realized the searing cold I felt on my legs
Was metal chains
Now I realize this is an asylum
For the clinically insane