Never Bored |
No smiles cracked for the truthAll those faces, simply somber Simply stupid and absurdAll those papers strewn aroundA few large pockets All those bums got fat but theirGiant balls have grown uselessSh... Posted by Joe B. Ruthless (Writer of Contemporary Friction) on Fri, 18 May 2007 11:18:00 PST |
Wear a Different Shirt |
"Will you write about me?"Sure thing I will.I write about everything"Even about me?"Especially about youI can't pass up a train wreckLike youIf only they knewWhat I wrote aboutThey wouldn't beSo eager... Posted by Joe B. Ruthless (Writer of Contemporary Friction) on Sun, 13 May 2007 01:33:00 PST |
My Kind of Girl |
She was more sauced, more calloused and more hard core than I was and that gave me the biggest raging hard-on that I have ever had in my life. I had walked into the bar with Tony an old buddy of mine ... Posted by Joe B. Ruthless (Writer of Contemporary Friction) on Fri, 11 May 2007 11:38:00 PST |
Jesus Pimp |
I saw the imageOf ChristNestled upon the BellyOf a seventeen year oldThoroughbredShe cried bloodFor money andThe sunBut her wishesWere left TatteredWhen her fatherLeft for goodThe pimps let herHave it... Posted by Joe B. Ruthless (Writer of Contemporary Friction) on Tue, 08 May 2007 10:57:00 PST |
The Day God died |
And we let the hours settleWithout willingness orRemorseful sorrow of the nightThe men had gone to far offLands to die for glory And lie eternally in foreign soilThe women were lied toAnd kept at home... Posted by Joe B. Ruthless (Writer of Contemporary Friction) on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 09:48:00 PST |
Stabbed the Couch |
"You were out of control."I didn'tRememberBeing "out of control.""You stabbed the couch.""Why would I do such a thing?""Exactly."ShitI don't knowWhat happened.We started at the oneBarWatching the Yank... Posted by Joe B. Ruthless (Writer of Contemporary Friction) on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 04:14:00 PST |
don't bother reading this poem |
This poem is forthe blindIt is never to bepublished in Braileor read out loudIt must neverbe mentionedand never discussedThis poem is a farce, ascam, andcomplete nonsenceWith no purposeit stillis, but... Posted by Joe B. Ruthless (Writer of Contemporary Friction) on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 04:09:00 PST |
Poems |
Newest Poems on Top Don't Bother REading this poemSupernovaBoo Fucking HooMillion Dollar DreamsThe PendulumCall it evenPay AttentionNietzscheMurderous RowSun RayJoe's a fucking mad manI dont give a fu... Posted by Joe B. Ruthless (Writer of Contemporary Friction) on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 07:27:00 PST |
The End is Near |
On July 27th, 2007 I will be 27 yrs old. In those 27 years, I have done many cool things, been to many cool cities, and met many cool people. I grew up mostly in NJ, and a bit in Spain.
And now, is t... Posted by Joe B. Ruthless (Writer of Contemporary Friction) on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 12:57:00 PST |
Supernova |
She opened her eyesAnd I stared into her soulI could see the big bangAnd the imminent fading away Of the universeShe opened her armsAnd I felt sanctuary Her warmth reminded meOf what a person needs Th... Posted by Joe B. Ruthless (Writer of Contemporary Friction) on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 01:01:00 PST |