Tyson Mendenhall
Bio
"Music and song-writing has been the only way for me to fully express anything that I've ever thought and everything that I've ever felt. Every walk of life is uniquely difficult, here's my story. I have a big heart, like The Grinch!"
Stories (17/0)
"Numbered One-to-Ten Lion's Den"
“Numbed One to Ten Lion’s Den” (5/26/22) Only look to the past for knowledge, “Edumacation Por-age” who-say “go to college”, nature Activists’d say look toward the foliage, followers say.. on this day we’re all 9-5 working today, “nah..” fuck that shit.. I’m an acid-naught whit, here to deliver all that funky shit, so hold tight.. don’t quit.. or irreversibly become too lit.. because I’ll be up on stage in a bit, notoriously throwing a tantrum childish fit, but if you love my vibration creations that have risen tall upon all our nations, show appreciation with a NEd Flander gander of those “Oh so-pretty perfectly palm-sitty calling me right-meow titties.. make love to all-da kitties.” 😘
By Tyson Mendenhall2 years ago in Poets
"Croc-life"
“Croc-life” (5-11-2022) You’re late.. you’re late.. you’re late! you’re late! you’re late!,“Cry-kee!.. looks like you and you on an un-ordinarily ordinary date, maybe it was by choice.. maybe fate, but it wasn’t just me that opened that gate, “Bangers” are calling and said.. they just can’t wait, haters can hate, aka Bro-in-law Nate.
By Tyson Mendenhall2 years ago in Poets
"Hippidy-Doodah, I'm from Utah"
“Hippidy-Doodah, I’m from Utah”(6/1/2022) Brainwashed hippie Utah’n born and raised, yeah more like “Cali” cuz completely un-phased, lyrics spit drop jaws to the floor and amaze, Peter in a Rabbit hole daze, stop and stand-tall in your own shoes.. craze, go outside to absorb the sunshine and all of its precious rays, time isn’t indeed of the essence.. so be patient and yes.. more to layaways.
By Tyson Mendenhall2 years ago in Poets
"Darkness leads the way"
"Darkness leads the way" (December 2021) Mold a paper sphere in our mouths and spit, immaturity storm passing it’ll dry out in a bit, our targets her tit, bullseyes the clit.. emotions rainbow from direct cold-hearted hit, doing dumb things smart and inner energy gets lit, flip open a “Cosmo” and maybe see a girls tit, harassingly joke about all the reasons to take totes, or even ride out with the crew singing cards in our spokes and elope, but nope, change is near and I’m their hope, what’s comin’ next is fuckin’ dope, covid 19 with soap, old oak chairs and braided rope, confessions and lord pope, stop drop and roll, fire extinguisher a pole, lyrically I’m on a fucking role, “oops” helped ya out there.. I dug a hole, first let’s take care of that stupid mole, sorry not sorry, wasting time productively it wears and takes a toll, under the bridge-a troll, Russian roulette-a roll. Fold without a demerit, step right up.. you earned that shit, now wear it!
By Tyson Mendenhall2 years ago in Poets
"Brain-Loosey, Dr. Suessey"
“Brain-Loosey, Dr. Suessey” (5/26/22) “Oh no”.. two stubborn “Zak-es” that won’t just step aside and go, the alphabetitian Dr. Suess not Suess is on the loose, he’s headed South for warm weather like a goose, musical booze get fucking drunk, top-shelf top-bunk, groovy old-school new-school Astro funk in that trunk, “sockes in boxes” (sock-xes in bo-xes) & “banannies in pannies other side cute fannies”, me-then you-gotta do.. bunch of animals in a Gaw-damn zoo, I fucking love it!, it’s true!
By Tyson Mendenhall2 years ago in Poets
"Come back! Come back!, like calling to Jack"
“Come back! Come back!, like calling to Jack” (May 2022) Laying in bed tossing and turning, astral realm reunion is all I’ve been yearning, Willy Wonka emotions churning, “holy shit am I now learning”.A timeless bond.. Abra-Ka-Dabra wand, shoulda-woulda-coulda.. still can.. hippie-van to Burning Man.
By Tyson Mendenhall2 years ago in Poets
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