250 straight days of Trailer Park Boys poetry.

09 June 2009

Aspirations


Yeah, I have golds now -
to grow clones and sell some dope,
which is no big deal.

Holmz
Sunnyvale Trailer Park

08 June 2009

Dysfunctioning


Awright soft serve,
you in this greasy skin flick?
The girls are ready.

Holmz
Sunnyvale Trailer Park

07 June 2009

Ends meet


the crash of metal,
carts bouncing end over wheels -
soon...reclamation

Holmz
Sunnyvale Trailer Park

06 June 2009

Rick does good


Pompadoured mall cop
now busts his coke-bottled friend;
he used to be cool.

Holmz
Sunnyvale Trailer Park

05 June 2009

Master plan


freedom 35:
break the law a few last times,
then we're retired

Holmz
Sunnyvale Trailer Park

04 June 2009

Alter ego


soaked in swamp water,
my plastic Doppelgänger
decants sage advice

Holmz
Sunnyvale Trailer Park

03 June 2009

The boyz approach


shitnami threatens;
don't drown in the undershit
of that great shitwave

Holmz
Sunnyvale Trailer Park

02 June 2009

You fucked up


Keep your hands up, boys.
There'll be no high fives now -
you disappoint me.

Holmz
Sunnyvale Trailer Park

01 June 2009

Hungry, lazy cat


skunky dope trailer,
chock-a-block with tasty clones -
no place for kitties

Holmz
Sunnyvale Trailer Park

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