The wilderness of hope

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FUCK THE POLICE

911 EVERY DAY
The wilderness of hope
Is the thing in that pope
In Mississippi it lies
Yonder you have some lies
I am right there
But where is the bear?

































I'm high.
 
I'm thinking I should try a less blatant rhyme scheme, maybe the terza rima, instead of rhyming couplets.

And maybe I should go with Iambic pentamenter instead of... whatever the hell this is in.
 
The wilderness of hope
In Mississippi it lies
It's the thing in that pope
Yonder you have some lies
Yet there is pestion
I am right here
And I know there is a question
Where is me beer?

I have no steer.
 
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Watermark said:
The wilderness of hope
In Mississippi it lies
It's the thing in that pope
Yonder you have some lies
Yet there is hope
I am right here
And I know there is a question
Where is me beer?

I have no question
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The "beer" angle's workin out just fine. Now you just gotta work the bourbon into it, preferably "10 High" brand bourbon. Cheap as dirt, but rich, tangy, and gets you good and shitfaced.
 
The wilderness of hope
In Mississippi it lies
It's the thing in that pope
Yonder you have some lies
Yet there is pestion
I am right here
And I know there is a question
Where is me beer?
I want some 10 high
To get good and drunk
Pot makes you more high
Piss in that skunk
For over the years I have learned
That it is not enough to burn
And yet I have learned
That to get drunk and yearn
Is enough for a sperm
And I do concede
That without it I would lead
Into a night where I have not peed
On that land deed
Yet I have not been kneed
 
I've always thought the word "yearn" is a cheap, lame attempt at achieving depth. Lets do without it.
 
Diuretic said:
Is there a chorus?
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REAL musicians need no chorus. But since I'm not a real one, here it is:

The wilderness of hope
In Mississippi it lies
It's the thing in that pope
Yonder you have some lies
Yet there is pestion
I am right here
And I know there is a question
Where is me beer?
I want some 10 high
To get good and drunk
Pot makes you more high
Piss in that skunk
For over the years I have learned
That it is not enough to burn
And yet I have learned
That to get drunk and yearn
Is enough for a sperm
And I do concede
That without it I would lead
Into a night where I have not peed
On that land deed
Yet I have not been kneed

ALL THIS PAIN IN MY SOUL
I'VE GOTTA FIGHT THE MAN
BUT I KNOW I MUST LOSE
SO I WILL NEVER GIVE IN
OH YEAH
NEVER GIVE IN
DARKNESS IN MY SOUL OH YEAH
All of this pain
 
The wilderness of hope
In Mississippi it lies
It's the thing in that pope
Yonder you have some lies
Yet there is pestion
I am right here
And I know there is a question
Where is me beer?
I want some 10 high
To get good and drunk
Pot makes you more high
Piss in that skunk
For over the years I have learned
That it is not enough to burn
And yet I have learned
That to get drunk and VAGINA
Is enough for a sperm
And I do concede
That without it I would lead
Into a night where I have not peed
On that land deed
Yet I have not been kneed

ALL THIS PAIN IN MY SOUL
I'VE GOTTA FIGHT THE MAN
BUT I KNOW I MUST LOSE
SO I WILL NEVER GIVE IN
OH YEAH
NEVER GIVE IN
DARKNESS IN MY SOUL OH YEAH
All of this pain

Beefy went to the plant
Where the blind commisioner
Sat and chant
A rhyme with no filler
In the great thing
of things
 
Watermark said:
I'm thinking I should try a less blatant rhyme scheme, maybe the terza rima, instead of rhyming couplets.

And maybe I should go with Iambic pentamenter instead of... whatever the hell this is in.
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The advice for doing anything is "stop sucking at it". Try that first.:pke:
 
ALL THIS PAIN IN MY SOUL
I'VE GOTTA FIGHT THE MAN
BUT I KNOW I MUST LOSE
SO I WILL NEVER GIVE IN
OH YEAH
NEVER GIVE IN
DARKNESS IN MY SOUL OH YEAH
All of this pain
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Awwww, cute... So EMO!
 
The wilderness of hope
In Mississippi it lies
It's the thing in that pope
Yonder you have some lies
Yet there is pestion
I am right here
And I know there is a question
Where is me beer?
I want some 10 high
To get good and drunk
Pot makes you more high
Piss in that skunk
For over the years I have learned
That it is not enough to burn
And yet I have learned
That to get drunk and VAGINA
Is enough for a sperm
And I do concede
That without it I would lead
Into a night where I have not peed
On that land deed
Yet I have not been kneed

ALL THIS PAIN IN MY SOUL
I'VE GOTTA FIGHT THE MAN
BUT I KNOW I MUST LOSE
SO I WILL NEVER GIVE IN
OH YEAH
NEVER GIVE IN
DARKNESS IN MY SOUL OH YEAH
All of this pain

Beefy went to the plant
Where the blind commisioner
Sat and chant
A rhyme with no filler
In the great thing
of things


ALL THIS PAIN IN MY SOUL
I'VE GOTTA FIGHT THE MAN
BUT I KNOW I MUST LOSE
SO I WILL NEVER GIVE IN
OH YEAH
NEVER GIVE IN
DARKNESS IN MY SOUL OH YEAH
All of this pain

If you read all of this, we're laughing at you
Asshat suck.. too
 
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