Archive for April, 2017

Miss Jackson ’93

Posted: April 9, 2017 in Uncategorized

I Had A Crush On Janet Jackson of 1993
She was the sexiest woman in the world 

By far she was the hottest girl 

With a rarity like pearls 

As she looks sexy and teases us fellas with those curls 

She had every reason to gloat 

As she rocked every man’s boat 

I wasn’t interested in whether she could sing a note 

Or what songs she wrote 

I was set adrift and swayed afloat 

This woman was worth every banknote 

Janet Jackson of 93 definitely gets my vote 

Her presence keeps me in control like a remote 

Attractiveness is what she promotes 

And that is hard in an industry that’s cut-throat

This picture alone leaves a knot in my throat 

And I feel to scatter myself like a pot of oats 

Even myself at 5 years old I was blown away 

Telling myself that I was “grown today” 

I love the way she sexily raises her arms up 

Covering her charms up 

Fuck me man! 

Her fella at the time was a lucky man

I have to salute Rene 

For me, he scored with her like Pele 

Miss Jackson remained sexy with that deadpan expression 

Again— she gets my vote like a presidential election 

Every time I look at her I get an erection

She’s really giving my d*** a further extension 

Oh Miss Jackson of 1993 

Even to this day gets me hard like a mighty tree 

She gets me high like a piece of tiny green 

And I feel taller than tall— like about 90 feet
Copyright © 2017 René Olivierre all rights reserved.

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Fuck Off With That Bullshit

Posted: April 2, 2017 in Uncategorized

You Can Fuck Off With That Bullshit
You can fuck off with that bullshit

When you say that ALL LIVES MATTER

I’m seeing the majority of black men getting battered 

Getting battered til their blood splatters 

Bringing devastation to a family shattered 
You can fuck off with that bullshit

When you say that we live in a fair society 

I have to sigh you see 

Because they say this same old mantra piously 

Whilst the unfortunate are still searching for propriety 
You can fuck off with that bullshit

When you say that we’re all moving to the same rhythm 

Meanwhile my brothers are filling up prisons 

Having them caught up in their emotional prisms

Piling on more drama on them than auditions 

Systematically destroying their hopes, dreams and visions

Which affects our men, children and women
You can fuck off with that bullshit

When you say that we can come together as one

The majority of ethnic minorities are dying one by one 

My brothers are still dying by the gun 

Some of my brothers are on the run 

Never got to say goodbye to their son 

Fuck me I’m done
You can fuck off with that bullshit

When you say it’s nothing personal 

When you come off all person-ill 

Making my anger rise up like a vertical 

Getting all cut up like a piece of surgical 
You can fuck off with that bullshit

When you say that we’re all in this together 

You fuckers think you’re clever 

Trying to tickle us all like a feather 

Pricks doing nasty shit for their sheer pleasure
You can fuck off with that bullshit

When you say that us blacks should get over it

I mean mate are you taking the piss? 

Is killing our people a sign of bliss? 

Meanwhile you’re grinning teeth and not giving a shit
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