Men of little hearts, fearful, greedy, spineless, throw bibles from bushes in Balboa Park, Dark in Supreme Court dresses at women they can’t have Or be. Their country pulling away, No matter how the cowardly pull at the people. I say, In my Betty Boop shorty shorts, ‘you’re fake, Let there be War….’ They pullContinue reading “Little cowardly men….a poem.”
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A personal problem, a poem.
Some porn suggested, that I should give in to my desires…. I desire a higher purpose than merely being alive. My life matters! My death matters! What matters most Is the Fermi Paradox….
Old soldiers shouldn’t die in bed, a poem.
They say old soldiers die hard in bed, having no wars to fight. That seems silly, When all I see is war. Old soldiers, if you still have a heart, be still and listen…. it beats with sounds drums! Then….march….
I need a drink….
….but the wells are turquoise green.All the liquor is gone. Fallen buildings and crater,exposed sewage andanimal sounds,I can’t sleep here. Conversing crows lookdown upon me.
Every Day, a poem.
Sometimes, I trully wished that I was assembled. To smile knowing I’m disposeable and not be missed when I am gone. Of course, I remember my roots. Black people can’t be judges some think, because they should only be dish washers and athletes. My my, that’s the home of brave. But when I literally shedContinue reading “Every Day, a poem.”
Learning Curve, a poem.
I’ve seen people wondering the streets. A man, yelling it was the end of the world. I would not have noticed him hadn’t he had a huge dong, fully erect. I met a good friend from elementary school. It was great to see him, until he pulled out a .22 and robbed me. I wonderContinue reading “Learning Curve, a poem.”
Faster than light, a poem.
I ran and ran, but couldn’t catch him. He dwindled, his form growing smaller. Did he run from me because my fire and love were just too much? Or was it my B.O.? Was it too light or did it kill his nose? Next time, I’ll be faster than light.
Missing balls, a poem.
Howdy, I’m the American male. And I’m missing parts of me. My balls went missing when civil rights protesters marched. I thought they were right, but I needed to get home before the game started. I work for a company that has a lot of women employees, but none of them are upper management. IContinue reading “Missing balls, a poem.”
Don’t blink, a poem
leaves changing their colors again but I haven’t moved. My feet have sunken into ground, My teeth turned brown with rot. I only closed my eyes for a moment, now everything under the sun is old.
What would Captain America say?, Prose poetry.
….that Hydra has taken over, wearing make America great again…. ….black boys being gunned down sleeping on a couch…. ….or eating ice scream after a hard days work…. All in the name of America. Would he be cool with denying abortions, (women, back in the kitchen with ya, he, he!). Would he weep?
Liferaft in the Abyss 