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  • #31
    She...me...we...
    Will you eat above my seat
    Will you swill from my quill
    Both together would be fine
    Yes we agree to sixty nine
    ALL THE WAY WITH GOOD OLE JAY!

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    • #32
      My PE Workout

      Reach in my cupboard, reach for my sock
      my ricesock sock that goes on my cock

      In my microwave i watch it spin
      then on my cock i feel the warmth it brings

      Patiently i let the time tick tock
      warm up done now i stretch my cock

      Concentrate as i stretch away
      enjoy myself i could stretch all day

      Stop myself cos i've done enough
      dash for my oil while i'm in the buff

      Grab the oil, put on my cock
      dash for a chair then i check the clock

      Jelq away in a timely manner
      c'mon baby, build an hammer!

      YEAH BUILD AN HAMMER! BUILD A CRAMMER!
      A MIGHTY TOOL, THAT COULD BE A RAMMER!

      I check my clock, oh my workouts done
      I drop my cock, oh it's end of fun

      I dash for the bathroom, wash my cock
      I dash for the kitchen to heat my sock

      With sock on cock, the warm down starts
      When warm downs finished, my sock departs

      Until tomorrow "see ya sock"
      that will be fun, cos PE rocks.

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      • #33
        On the gym I was a lurker
        Then became a PE berserker
        Pulling, pumping, not a shirker
        Finally found a signature
        Now much to my pleasure
        A friend request
        I will treasure....
        ALL THE WAY WITH GOOD OLE JAY!

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        • #34
          Determination

          Quitting is something I can't stand,
          and giving up, I just don't understand,
          I don't even need to be clever,
          just never say never,
          until never is actually at hand.
          Going an inch and 1/2 deeper than before

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          • #35
            Since he stopped by to talk today:

            My Son the Dreamer

            Breathing softly,
            He occasionally stirs,
            His eyes are closed, though he knows it not,
            He sees the summit a little farther up,
            At the other end of the rope.

            He stirs again,
            Blankets fall to the floor,
            The wind rises in the Himalayas,
            And the Yeti peers with malice,
            Into the bedroom window.

            The chill wakes him,
            To the darkness of his room,
            Where he slips between icy boulders,
            Past the dinosaur standing on its head,
            And into the bed where his father,

            Fiercely battles the Ice Monster.
            "Aut viam inveniam aut faciam"

            ATP's Routine
            ATP's Success Story

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            • #36
              Second Guessing


              The woulda, coulda, whys and whats
              the shoulda, did I's, mights and musts
              only ifs, back thens, and but, but, buts
              just keep you trapped in same old ruts

              like some of us, if what is a must,
              then try is what, and also trust
              don't let dismay and sheer disgust
              turn moving wheels into locked up rust

              if time is spent to muss and fuss
              then time is wasted and a bust
              and better spent to chase the rush,
              from things you love, that gives life it's lust
              Going an inch and 1/2 deeper than before

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              • #37
                Fantastic...

                http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-cT8Qe7y3k
                Going an inch and 1/2 deeper than before

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                • #38
                  A few by Bo Burnham

                  "Sully suffers from a stutter,
                  simple syllables will clutter,
                  stalling speeches up on beaches
                  like a sunken sailboat rudder.

                  Sully strains to say his phrases,
                  sickened by the sounds he raises,
                  strings of thoughts come out in knots,
                  he solves his sentences like mazes.

                  At night, he writes his thoughts instead
                  and sighs as they steadily rush from his head"



                  "I wrote you a letter,
                  and then another letter,
                  and another, and another,
                  until I wrote you a word.

                  So I wrote you a word,
                  and then another word,
                  and another, and another,
                  until I wrote you a sentence.

                  So I wrote you a sentence,
                  and then another sentence,
                  and another, and another,
                  until I wrote you a letter.

                  I hope it finds you as I found you.

                  Yours truly,
                  Yours, truly."
                  Going an inch and 1/2 deeper than before

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                  • #39
                    Bouncing Ball:

                    Bouncing Ball, bouncing all around.
                    Bouncing Ball, bouncing up and down.

                    Bouncing Ball, bouncing down the hall.
                    Bouncing Ball, I watch you rise and fall.

                    Bouncing Ball, you have not many cares.
                    Bouncing Ball, you've tumbled down the stairs.

                    Bouncing Ball, don't roll into the lane.
                    Bouncing Ball, I watch in silent pain.

                    Bouncing Ball, the cars go by so fast.
                    Bouncing Ball, this moment is our last.

                    Bouncing Ball, I know this is the end.
                    Goodbye Bouncing Ball, you were my only friend. :'(
                    The difference between a winner and loser is, I don't date losers.

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                    • #40
                      Awww....
                      Going an inch and 1/2 deeper than before

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                      • #41
                        Open Book

                        I wear my heart upon my sleeve,
                        for those who wish to see
                        Right there out in the open
                        At risk of being broken
                        But it's where I choose it to be


                        Yes, there's great risk in this style
                        But great rewards and tons of smiles
                        With caring and love perceived
                        So too is it received
                        And the good outweighs the bad by a mile

                        Going an inch and 1/2 deeper than before

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                        • #42
                          A real man never hurts a woman. The woman came out of a man’s rib, not from his feet to be walked on, and not from his head to be superior, but from his side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved. - Mrs. workin_4_it

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                          • #43
                            Since it's rainy and I hate Daylight Saving Time - so dark...bleh...

                            Monday Blue

                            Little Monday Blue caught me unaware
                            And danced upon my heart, without even the slightest care.
                            He sang a very mellow tune, the lyrics held your name.
                            That little Monday Blue must wish to see me go insane.

                            And as I sat there mortified not knowing what to do,
                            In walked Mr. Melancholy with a photograph of you.
                            I stopped him at the door and asked by whom he was invited.
                            He said, "Little Monday Blue had told me you'd be delighted."

                            So, this is how's it's been each Monday when you're not here.
                            Monday Blue dances all night long while Mr. M gets drunk on my tears.
                            Little Monday Blue caught me unaware.
                            And danced upon my heart without even,
                            The slightest care.

                            EDIT: Had to add that this was a poem, turned song, turned poem again. I uploaded the non-commercial link to the song here (hope that's okay) https://soundcloud.com/atp-4/05-track-05
                            Last edited by ATP; 11-03-2014, 08:54 PM.
                            "Aut viam inveniam aut faciam"

                            ATP's Routine
                            ATP's Success Story

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                            • #44
                              Now Winter Nights Enlarge
                              by Thomas Campion

                              Now winter nights enlarge
                              This number of their hours;
                              And clouds their storms discharge
                              Upon the airy towers.
                              Let now the chimneys blaze
                              And cups o’erflow with wine,
                              Let well-tuned words amaze
                              With harmony divine...

                              This time doth well dispense
                              With lovers’ long discourse;
                              Much speech hath some defense,
                              Though beauty no remorse.
                              All do not all things well:
                              Some measures comely tread,
                              Some knotted riddles tell,
                              Some poems smoothly read.
                              The summer hath his joys,
                              And winter his delights;
                              Though love and all his pleasures are but toys
                              They shorten tedious nights.
                              Going an inch and 1/2 deeper than before

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                              • #45
                                I wrote these elsewhere, but figured I could bring them here, just because...well, it's poetry!

                                My 4,444
                                Four thousand, four hundred, and forty four

                                Not one less, and not one more
                                Not quite five thousand, but certainly more than four
                                Exactly four thousand, four hundred...and forty four.

                                It's a one time thing,
                                history in the making
                                so I wanted a special place,
                                for my 4x4 staking

                                and twice I almost found a place,
                                but thought better of another
                                three times around the Gym,
                                well,here's as good as any other

                                So,I sat and wrote one line,
                                which of course turned into two,
                                and three verses later
                                I've got four lines four times through

                                One poem that's full of numbers,
                                dedicated to my special post,
                                For my four four forty four,
                                Let's give it three cheers and a toast!



                                My Penis
                                One penis, two penis
                                my penis, you penis
                                penis big, or penis small,
                                penis wide, or penis tall

                                penis, penis, it's all the same
                                different numbers, but not the name
                                at the end of the day, we still have one
                                so let's just use it to have some fun

                                not to measure our smarts, or strength
                                the size of our heart's not measured in length
                                nor our compassion, measured in girth
                                that thing called a penis, does not make our worth

                                So he has a seven, and he has a five
                                A couple have four, and a couple have nines
                                And one or two, have a ten and a three
                                But that's theirs, not mine...do you see what I mean?
                                Going an inch and 1/2 deeper than before

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