Archive for June, 2015


I Don’t Give A Fuck 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.)


Damn Leila!

Posted: June 15, 2015 in Uncategorized


Old Skool Hotness

Damn Leila I’m like how do you do it?
Your hotness has all the other young ladies clueless
Making them look boring and hueless
The men watching you are looking like a raving doofus
As they’re driving with the top roofless
Acting all narcissistic and ruthless
With the backstabbing morals of a Judas
Going green with envy like a nose full of mucus
Oh damn Leila! Your hotness speaks volumes of trueness
Making the likes of Tyra Banks look fruitless
And the likes of Naomi Campbell look useless
Looking at you makes feel hot and juiceless
I’m stating the obvious that you look hot in denim
The way you strut around makes it hard for me to finish my sentence
It’s clear that your body is the epitome of perfection
All the brothas out here catching feelings with their erections
You’ve got that old skool vibe in that stonewash blue denim
Every man admires your curvaceousness and plenum
Don’t worry about the others spitting that venom
Because in that split second
I reckon
You’ll batter the competition of beauties like a weapon
Prepubescent boys watching you— getting randy like Keith Lemon
Running with the old skool swagger of John Lennon
Miss Leila— your sexiness should be considered a felony
Bringing in more spice than Melanie and Melanie
Your old skool hotness keeps people on a high like ecstasy
Sprinkling your seeds of attractiveness like sesame
It’s a bloody rarity
For a woman like you to put me in a reverie
Seedy guys want you for their seedy revelry
You are what I call a unique recipe
A cut above any old pedigree
With a soothing factor of an old West Indian remedy

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

Good Girl Gone Bad…

Posted: June 11, 2015 in Uncategorized


Rihanna— Good Girl Definitely Gone Bad 

It makes me sad 
That a good girl has gone bad
This woman has become the total badass
With her sexy black ass
And her fierce model features
Making her look like all fierce creatures
All the guys are praising her like bishops and preachers
She’s giving lessons on new age sexiness like bitches and teachers
Hot-stepping to the stage like a pair of sneakers
With her voice blaring through bass-sounding speakers
Watching her sexy body giving me chills like a freezer
Constantly begging for a breather
As her arse gets men on a high like a stick of reefer
Going all black and yellow like Wiz Khalifa
Women are screaming out “Baby ooooooh” like Justin Bieber
Haters are chipping away at her like a damn beaver
But she’s chopping at them bitches like a cleaver
Like pieces of meat on the hope that they’d moved off and leave her
Everybody knows that this singer is a teaser
With her smooth brown skin with a crunch like Maltesers
She brings lots of heat to the media like central heaters
To the point that young ones are making noise like drug dealers
Young boys are blowing their loads in gallons and litres
As she swans with the WWE Diva appeal like Trish Stratus and Lita
At first she was a natural woman like Anita
Homosexual fans say that she’s simply the best thing since Tina
They never want to let her go as if her name was Tina
Her presence melts out all the people at any arena 
Wearing next to nothing like a stripper or a streaker
Acting extra loyal towards her like a golden retriever
To the point that they’re having a good old seizure
Struggling for a bloody breather
There’s a lot of haters, non-believers and under-achievers
They see Rihanna as a fiery cannonball like The Breeders
Anti-Rihanna people were begging her fans to stop her music
As they find her music rather tacky and abusive
To their ears and they see her as odd and confusing
Me personally— I find this woman rather amusing
Rihanna’s the type of woman to start her own movement
Using her sexuality as an incentive and her inducement
Her body keeps all the guys alert and illumined
Jealous women are gassing on her— trying to get her polluted
Just because her long legs are seen to be the smoothest
She does however behave like she’s the loosest
Woman around with no bloody scruples
Looking like a tart who’s careless and imprudent
She’s swanning around like the only girl in the world
With sexually suggestive dance moves every time that she whirled
In her own sense of disturbia better known as her little underworld
This woman is like an open book whenever she unfolded and unfurled
Madame Fenty is what you call a woman who’s symbolic and emblematic
The kind of woman others would call problematic
Take a bow Rihanna— you’ve done the world of pop music a great service
I see how you’ve got your competition shitting themselves all nervous
Worldwide fans of hers are hanging on to all her verses
She’s causing an uproar in the fashion world like a circus
Her raunchiness keeps men heated up like a furnace
That’s why everybody feels more than good at her emergence
Oh my days at this woman because she’s kinky
This good girl has gone bad for sure— with a body that’s so graceful and slinky

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

Cleopatra In Art Form (10)


Most of us Geminis are full of energy
We do try our best not to make an enemy
We should try to keep fresh like celery
As we aim to move cleverly
We should aspire to greatness like an entity
And sprinkle our exuberance like seeds of sesame
I am prepared for my future mentally
I hope to move swiftly without the enmity
Keeping it peaceful like aromatherapy
I have to follow my fate and my destiny
Before I die- I would love to leave a legacy
I would leave my legacy down so heavily
As opposed to going to a dirge like an elegy
I would love an atmosphere that’s so peaceful and heavenly
Where it’s nice and tranquil like a melody
Where I can meet people who are on the same empathy
Us Gemini people are champion thoroughbred like Pedigree

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.)

What A Rancid Bitch. . .

Posted: June 6, 2015 in Uncategorized


Miss Lazarus Is A Rancid Bitch

Damn there goes that stank-breath bitch
With the mindset of a witch
From 0-100 she can easily switch
I often get into more than a stitch
By laughing at her
Looking like a hot mess as well as an old slapper
Every time I saw her she looked madder than a hatter
Going hard at it like the clappers
Forever showing off her voluptuous stature
Thinking to herself that she looks more than dapper
We were taking the piss out of her like an overflowing bladder
Her face looked oilier than a chicken platter
With her skin looking pastier than fish batter
She really was the butt of all jokes and chitter-chatter
Miss Lazarus still has the ugliness to make all glass shatter
To think that I was in her class when she was teaching English and grammar
To her credit she DID possess a little sassiness and glamour
A woman with that bad breath should be considered as bad manners
Whether she’s in classrooms or the fancy manors
She sure as hell ain’t no damn Rihanna
This woman’s stinking breath
Smells like the corrosion of death
One whiff of it would put people to death
One breath in your ear could turn you deaf
I nearly passed out when she was present at my English test
Flaunting her stank-ass in a black dress
Trying to play clever and deft
Her rancid breath smells like rotting flesh
I consider her to be a lethal threat
This clown revs up like a Ford Transit
Damn that breath’s beyond rancid

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