Archive for May, 2015

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If I Died… Would You Give A Toss? 

Here I am on my deathbed
With a copy of Right Said Fred
I’m covered in my bedspread
Listening to Four Tet’s set
I look back on my life
With no kids and no wife
Lumbered with all this trouble and strife
Stabbing me like a knife
I’m seconds away from shutting down 
As my spirit looks set to roam about town
All covered up in my PJ’s and my dressing gown
Looking and getting ready to get on up like James Brown
Now that I’m all ready to die
Why are now people starting to cry?
There were people who were nearby
That never wanted to see me on a high
No one cared about the pain in my eyes
Nobody even bothered to realise
Or cared to sympathize
I was emotionally and spiritually paralyzed
Now that I’m dead who really gives a toss? 
Nobody’s going to jump for me like Kriss Kross
Leaving my soul sailing away like Christopher Cross
Making my way to see the Big Boss
No-one gave a fuck about me when I was living 
Especially when I was making it through my tough beginnings
My family will be glad that I died before Thanksgiving
They never cared about me when I went missing
People’s… I don’t see what’s wrong
You all should be glad that I’m gone
No more going on and on
About the pathetic life of Waste-Of-Space Sean
Even if I was to die… Who would really give a fuck
People wished I got ploughed over by a truck
Killed and buried in a shit muck
Everyone’s laughing at my demise like a hyped-up Donald Duck
Would you really give a monkeys if I passed away?
Whether I Died later on in life or even right now… TODAY

Copyright © 2014, 2015 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “JUICED”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

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Together As One– Solidified

You’re my Bonnie– I’m your Clyde
We’re both beautiful inside
As well as outside
We’re the type to outstride
Those jealous couples when they’re overdried
This love has me electrified
Especially as our emotions collide
I have visions of you being my bride
With a wedding more fun than a joy-ride
This happiness is like a fairground ride
Where all I want to do is just glide
With you by my side
There were times when we cried
Over things that we couldn’t provide
NOW! We’re harder to divide
Our love cannot be putrefied
Because we are as one– unified
Together as one– solidified
Your presence keeps me occupied 
What we have is real and bonafide
Your sexiness keeps my d*** boner-fied!
Those romantic walk by the lakeside
None of us would ever have prophesied
That this love would have seen us side by side

Copyright © 2012 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “The Great Olivierrean & Miss Frielichova: A Poetic Tale About Sex, Romance and Togetherness”);written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

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She Was Proper Hands On!

I love the way she blows hot and cold on me
The way she touches my chest and the way she’s holding me
She’s proper hands on especially when she folds to me
It’s kind of funny when she’s moulding me!
She’s grabbing every little part of me
Tearing off my Lil’ Wayne/Dwayne Carter tee
This woman’s making me wanna get my damp on
She is the epitome of “Hands On!”
She’s bright as a light– that’s why I leave my lamp on
They call her The Fisher like Antwon
Repetitively– she goes hard at it on my nipple
After a few pinches then she goes for the nibble
She rubs excitedly on my middle
Causing my juices to come in ripples
She makes me want to shoot off like a missile
As I’m going hard like a pistol
But she’s got me all clean like a whistle
When she takes her hands and gives me a bristle
She’s proper caring as opposed to superficial
Every touch makes me feel more than blissful
Sometimes we agree that her hands are more than beneficial! 

Copyright © 2012 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “G.E.M.I.N.I.”)written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

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I Don’t Give A Damn About What You Have To Say About Me

Your negative comments really don’t phase me
To me you’re only portraying yourself as mad and crazy
The kind of crazy that’s resonated in the likes of Slim Shady
Coupled with a manner that’s seen to be hasty
You can say whatever the hell you like matey
There’s no ifs buts or maybes
It’s obvious that the tension here is shaky
You may rev your mouth off like a flash Mercedes
Or like the ticket inspector Blakey
You can play it frosty like Sadie
Or go corrupt with your words like the people of Haiti
Honestly– I really don’t give a shit
You can bitch about me until you’re blown to bits
Looking like a raving misfit
Going all yellow like cornmeal grits
If bitching about me is how you get your kicks
Why don’t you save it for the other raving pricks?
Bringing in more heat than a cup of Horlicks
Quite frankly I really don’t have the time for it
All this pointless negative energy
Is turning the air all peppery
Your mean comments would make an off-the-wall documentary
Exposing your insecurities and jeopardies
I’m all hard and leathery
Half those insults you spew out should be considered a felony
Sprinkling your hot air like seeds of sesame
Continuing to pop off like a bitter old enemy
With less class than the women on the cover of Ebony
Acting all hormonally mad like you’ve discovered your pregnancy
Whenever you see me wander off nonchalantly and carelessly
The second you spew your words all dreadfully
Bringing out the worst antithesis of serenity
To all of you naysayers– Good luck!
Because I really don’t give a fuck
You can mouth off like a woman who’s starstruck
Quack away like a duck
For you to speak in a manner that’s malicious
You must find those words tasty and delicious
It causes your behaviour to appear erratic and capricious
Totally not interested in your demeanour that’s evil and pernicious
Which makes you appear to be the opposite of thoughtful and judicious
Not to mention the fact that you really ARE warring and seditious
Please just leave me to mind my own business
I believe that you have some serious issues
Time to bring out the Kleenex tissues!
You need to stop pointing out other people’s miscues
And also stop popping off your mouth– keep your opinions and nastiness with you

Copyright © 2014, 2015 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “JUICED”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)