tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88574272011-08-31T11:43:03.923-04:00dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857427.post-1104631281027354132005-01-01T21:00:00.000-05:002005-01-01T21:01:21.026-05:00<a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43593522@N00/2789401/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/2789401_53634f6183_m.jpg" /></a> <div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;"></span></div><p></p><p>I am a chicken bouillon <br />Square <br />Unmoving <br />A flavored crouton <br />Wrapped in tin foil <br />Sealed in a jar <br />Soup potential <br />Some people are minestrone <br />Some people are chowder <br />I am broth to be <br />Give me water and set me free<br clear="all"></p> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857427-110463128102735413?l=mypoetrysucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857427.post-1104205434265232252004-12-27T22:37:00.000-05:002004-12-27T22:43:54.266-05:00a community of democracy without all the hypocracy <br />a festivity of harmony, equality not bigotry, sympathy not apathy, <br />and simple genorosity will end this planets poverty. <br /> <br />you do not know the intricacy of what I see <br />a land without myths <br />a land without legends <br />is a sea of blasphemy <br />with no diety, there can be no prosperity <br /> <br />G-O-D <br />replace the "T" for the "D" <br />and you got G-O-T <br />some pronounce it, "Go-tee" <br />my beard <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857427-110420543426523225?l=mypoetrysucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857427.post-1104204975597971052004-12-27T22:31:00.000-05:002004-12-27T22:36:15.596-05:00I am a Photon <br />Tryin' to get out <br /> <br />A radiant crouton <br />In the salad of light <br /> <br />Gravity is the Man <br />Tryin' to keep me down <br /> <br />I am a FUBU Photon <br />Tryin' to get out <br /> <br />Don't want your cheese or your Government check <br />I gettin' on the A train and headin' down south <br /> <br />Electrons spinnin' <br />Fire hydrants spewin' <br /> <br />Drinkin' forties on the corner bodega <br /> <br />Photons rule, Neutron are their cronies <br />The Atoms control, the Man patrols <br /> <br />I'm always on parole <br /> <br />If the Sun has soul <br />S-O-L <br /> <br />I'm a soul mole in a black hole <br /> <br />I am a Photon <br />Tryin' to get out <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857427-110420497559797105?l=mypoetrysucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857427.post-1104204595475443782004-12-27T22:28:00.000-05:002004-12-27T22:30:36.313-05:00(<em>I think the title says enough</em>) <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857427-110420459547544378?l=mypoetrysucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857427.post-1104204461793859752004-12-27T22:25:00.000-05:002004-12-27T22:27:41.793-05:00I am a futon <br />Bare <br />Unsoothing <br />A studio staple <br />A bypolar byproduct of urban convenience <br />Some people love mattresses <br />Some people love couches <br />I go both ways <br />Give me your back <br />And I will fuck you up for days <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857427-110420446179385975?l=mypoetrysucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857427.post-1102536247641799052004-12-08T14:34:00.000-05:002004-12-29T20:58:52.890-05:00Credit Cards are clean and sheen <br />A modern way of life <br /> <br />Paper Bills are old world <br />Absorbent, Dirty <br />Reeking of human filth <br /> <br />The scent of a stripper <br />Crack-fives and coke-frosted Benjamins, straight from Wall Street <br /> <br />When I look at a bill, <br />I see a tree that never was! <br />He could of been anything in the world <br />Perhaps a Christmas Tree <br /> <br />Alas! <br />He would be doomed again <br />35 million trees are slaughtered by ax-wielding Santas <br />Maimed at their knees <br />Christmas capitalist consume! <br /> <br />Merry morticians decorate with glee <br />Rotting corpses in the guise of gaiety and garland <br />One bowl of water away from death <br /> <br />Ridiculed with trinkets, hot lights, and a gaudy gold star <br />Humiliated, Confused <br />Praying for euthanasia <br /> <br />Two words end their misery <br /> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">ME<span style="font-size:85%;">®®</span>Y</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">©</span>H<span style="font-size:85%;">®</span>I<span style="font-size:180%;">$</span><span style="font-size:85%;">™</span>A<span style="font-size:180%;">$</span></span></span> <br /></span> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857427-110253624764179905?l=mypoetrysucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857427.post-1098670773983946762004-10-24T22:18:00.000-04:002004-10-24T22:31:54.420-04:00<div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43593522@N00/797716/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/797716_638283f0a0_m.jpg" /></a> <span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ></span></div><p>Let's get this party started. </p><p>Mano y Mano <br />Me against You <br />My THAC0 is low, and your Armor Class is high <br />Get your dice ready, and prepare to die <br />Your lack of creativity appalls me <br />(<em>let me guess a big barbarian with an Austrian accent and a two-handed sword named, Bonan</em>) <br />How original. <br />Roll for initiative. <br />Yikes! I go first. <br />Step aside, and watch the master. <br />I rolled a twenty, bitch <br />That's a critical hit. <br />Double damage. <br />Not shabby for an itty bitty long sword <br />Hate to see what carnage is released by my twelve-sided die <br />A deadly Dodecahedron <br />Inscribed with numbers. <br />Ouch! I maxed it out. <br />Twelve times two equals twenty-four <br />Two more points, and you go nighty-night <br />Pray for a cleric when you reach Death's Door <br />Your turn, slug <br />You move like a tortoise with rigamortis <br />Roll your twenty, and don't fuck up <br />Tisk, tisk, rolled a one <br />Oops, looks like a fumble <br />Stupid half-orc. <br />(<em>That's the last time you'll call me a tree-huggin', dandelion-eating, cucumber-suckin elf lover. What's sad is most of your kind are created by the evil act of a human female being violently impregnated by a hideous orc. But YOU exist because your Dad was so vile and disgusting, he could ONLY FUCK ORCS!!</em>) <br />Suck my steel, you son of a motherless goat! <br /> <br />Quinntoth Winterloc of Tanterbahn, son of Avin <br />(<em>half-elf, male, 6th Level Bard</em>)<br clear="all"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857427-109867077398394676?l=mypoetrysucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857427.post-1098670352590469852004-10-24T22:09:00.000-04:002004-10-24T22:12:32.590-04:00I am a vegan <br /> <br />Pure, Organic <br />Meek, Malnourished <br /> <br />Chickpeas are my meat pellets <br />Tofu is my life <br /> <br />The art of vegetarianism is pacifism between furry organisms <br /> <br />A Denny's Grand Slam is a dinner of Death! <br />Two slices of pig skin, a couple chicken fetuses <br />Sunny-side up and side of toast…<span style="font-size:78%;">please</span> <br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> <br />A carton of eggs is not what I see <br />Twelve homemade coffins for under two bucks <br /><em></em> <br /><em>Old McDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O…and on this farm he had a chicken…</em> <br /><em></em> <br /><span ><span style="font-size:85%;">...but that doesn't matter anymore, an Egg McMuffin is much more important than a chicken well versed in Euclidean geometry. The poultry populous is eternally damned</span>.</span> <br /> <br />Mortally assassinated. Painfully annihilated. Pathetically depopulated. <br />Kill the chicken…kill…kill the chicken! <br />But I digress <br />I must confess <br />My body yearns for bacon <br />My head is throbbing <br />I must give in <br />To my paganistic, carnivorous desire of flesh <br />Give me some bacon and let the pig bleed <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857427-109867035259046985?l=mypoetrysucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857427.post-1098670074105794672004-10-24T22:05:00.000-04:002004-12-08T14:32:34.610-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"> I was enlightened with the fact, that mangoes belong to the same family as poison oak. The Sumac Family. Certain cultures have made this fruit a staple of their diet. Puerto Rico being the bread and butter of the mango industry. After centuries of consumption, they have developed a natural immunity to poison ivy. Case in point, my friend Ricardo and I were running through the woods naked. I was hospitalized for the burning rashes and Ricardo came out unscathed . Once recovered, I had an inspiration and drew out my quill and scribed this poem.</span> <br /> <br />Mangos <br />Succulent orbs of protective fructose <br /> <br />Poison Ivy <br />Infectious, secreting leaves of agony <br /> <br />The devious, demonic plant lurking below <br />Preying on unsuspecting Gringos with their unprotected skin <br /> <br />Behold! <br />Mira! <br /> <br />My epidermis is laced with Mango Madness. <br />Defending my body from the venomous juice. <br /> <br />My regal blood is produced by my pumping, pulminary papaya <br />Immune to the toxic Taliban of torment <br /> <br />Eschuchen, por favor <br /> <br />I love to lay in the grass <br />You can kiss my Puerto Rican ass <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857427-109867007410579467?l=mypoetrysucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857427.post-1098644919443077682004-10-24T16:04:00.000-04:002004-10-24T22:14:05.290-04:00Pale, Anemic <br />Extremely vindictive <br /> <br />A pampered princess whose blood that does not clot <br /> <br />Nagging, Grating, Whining <br />Very maternal <br /> <br />The misery must stop <br /> <br />I prepared a meal laden with garlic <br />And a dash of resentment <br /> <br />I switched her toothbush from <br />Soft bristle to hard <br /> <br />Unaware of my subterfuge <br />My problem is solved <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857427-109864491944307768?l=mypoetrysucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857427.post-1098638776228222302004-10-24T13:22:00.000-04:002004-10-24T15:10:11.386-04:00Yo soy un cubito de pollo <br />Cuadrado <br />Quieto <br />Un pan sabroso <br />Envuelto en papel de lunche <br />Cerrado en un pote <br />Sopa potencial <br />Algunes personas son minestrone <br />Algunes personas son chowder <br />Voy hacer caldo <br />Dame agua y dejeme libertad <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857427-109863877622822230?l=mypoetrysucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dan allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734685815171151340noreply@blogger.com0