FRED DURST
The crowd is silent and still,
They wait patiently for his words,
There was a time we all listened,
Traveled to hear in herds,
He wasn’t towering,
On stage he looked small,
Did you know he liked station wagons?
Takes pics of them all,
Those eyes, so blue,
They almost looked green,
He looked a little frightening,
He pretend to be mean,
Fell from existence,
He was the butt of many puns,
Lied to fans and pretended to release online albums,
Started a podcast,
and it does rather poorly,
A term made from his name means you did fairly sorely,
His crimson headgear,
facing aback,
The words he lets out,
they do not lack!
Ground rumbling begins,
“Give me something to break!”
Once he had something to give,
Now there is nothing to take,
You know who I speak of,
Everyone thinks he’s the worst,
His name is William,
But you know him as Fred Durst.
About the Creator
Tommy Boy
I took my first english class this past summer and found that I enjoy writing.
Give me something to write about and I can make it interesting/fun.
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie4 days ago in Motivation
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