Smack Thompson

Biography of Smack Thompson
My names Jack but they call me Smack on account of the rhyme Street lingo
I usually write on napkins or cardboard whatever I can get a hold of, but lately I've been couch surfing and get to use a computer AND MIGHT EVEN HAVE A LEAD ON A JOB so hopefully you'll see me on here
Starting to make some friends and read some good stuff
Hope you like my little poems.
Smack Thompson Poems
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Plague Plague Plague
Dead dog dead dog Guts all down the freeway in a dirty red streak fur all mangled lookin -
4/4 Oglala Lakota
Look man I'm tired of racist 'Americans' talking about getting off their land and telling mexicans -
Support Our Troops
Crotchety old insane homeboy with the scraggly ass beard got holes in his socks, shoes, and his heart and that ain't no metaphor - -
My Night
A friend let me crash at their place tonight so I take a peak at their laptop and play around on the internet tonight -
Getting Kicked Out
I stepped on a rusted nail But I guess we all drip/ our tears into champagne glasses -
How's This For Breaching Your Comfort Zo...
Everyone says they'll never do it but most give in Lining up the young/pretty boys -
Vicodin And Wine
[Flashback] You know sometimes I think I'm still -
Still Hate Tommy Perkins
Don't loan money to Tommy Perkins or that little short gal Lana he's beating on He'll never pay it back and she'll just give it to Tommy -
Snooki Nicole And Tom Waits And Shirts
Sitting drinkin a coke and thinkin bout all the really kickass shirts -
Rich Kids In Black
Sometimes when I sit hoping for some change or a burger -
Gun Club
Drank too much whiskey went to shoot Tommy Perkins -
Claire
She told me she'd love me Tonight at least but. maybe forever. She said it with that Jack Daniels lazy slur on her tongue -
Seriously Lady Shut Up
I keep seeing this lady on here tellin people to use punctuation and proper grammer and crap Hey lady... last I checked you -
People Looking At Fish
Sometimes i walk down to the
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Soup
I hate the feeling of cold
soup
it cooks unevenly
when you have to use
a barrel fire
under a bridge
The one time I got it
nice and hot
I scorched my damn
hand real bad