"If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy" One of my favorite quotes by a man named Ron Hall
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Tell that to each kid and his or her pappy.
Some moms can be weird, but think of all they do,
especially the pain they went through delivering you!
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy..
So even when life might seem a bit crappy,
it's probably worse for your dear mama.
Don't whine and complain, causing more drama.
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Show your own mama that you can be zappy
by eagerly helping her. Be on your toes.
It won't kill you either to even brown-nose.
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
On this Mother's Day be a bit sappy.
Respect her. Adore her. To her wisdom defer.
And do for your Mama what most pleases HER!
Scratch off everyone who passed away
and those who went astray
those who did not send you one
I know but Blah Humbug! is somewhat fun
Have to send to relatives who are rich
and to all family so no one will b...snitch
and to the one who pays your paycheck
Holiday seasons can be a brown nose l...a doodle do
And for the non Christians on your list
sending Thanksgiving cards is the best
No checks, cash or gift cards in 2022
a greeting is all you can afford to do
Edit twice and how many do you need
looks like your down to two or three
Save on stamps and spit
Looks like it's gonna be a Merry Christmas
She is so ugly she needs a reincarnation
far too fat for a one time zone nation
chuck her an apple it goes into orbit
around her waist where she’s so morbid
Stop complaining I’m having a laugh
I’m not fat shaming I haven’t got wrath
look at her stuck when she’s having a bath
tub’s to small should have done the math
It’s not actually her weight that I do hate
but her personality and fact she’s fake
she’s a teachers pet and the bosses mate
sucking up to more than what’s on a plate
When you help her she forgets it,
Mrs The Point the celestial object
she has poor health and lacks real logic
an enemy an ally and a brown nose profit
Selfishness and circle sides
sphere of influence sprouting lies
doesn’t move with gout on thighs
look at her eating all the pies!!
Some got a pathological need,
a dirty obsession for that coffin wallpaper
They wrapped themselves in the black widow veil
of murderous deceit
For what?
To taste the yellow snow
of an unclean life insurance policy,
a crimson crypt guarantee
They’re willing to scarlet signature go
to the pit of perdition below
With the gnashing of their plaque teeth,
their lying gangrene gums
have a bottomless covetous bleed
Oh how filthy is the color of greed!
Their gain green ways
is dirty money laundry madness
A purple reign whitewash rinse
is obscenely falling at a Faustian pace
The prince of this world
got them brown nose benders,
those bloodhound coin sniffers,
on a silver urn lucre loco motive chase
But the code blue folly of it all,
the gold digger worms
do-do come to a flatline crawl
And that dollar bill cadaver feed
is a pink ink lip lust envy
for violet dye poison ivy —
A sin dung beetle sordid concede
Oh how filthy is the color of greed!
You’ve an ahrse the size of Jupiter
and a head that couldn’t be stupider
as for your teets I’m not sure they exist
you’re a nasty narcissist
brown nose and lips
probably Nazi in a past life
genocide your pastime
I know you’re a fool
when given authority
acting awful awfully
so without a doubt undoubtedly
I won't repeat repeatedly
unhonourable honesty
be assuredly assured of me
if war you want then war there be
conditions unconditionally
psychopath psychology
never ending endlessly
forever I will torridly
horror thee most horribly
sorrow follow you freely
tomorrow will always be
hollowed unhappily
happy days for me.
So if you seek to leave me weak
beat me down unkindly speak
will treat you a descending trip
no words will ever leave my lip.
I'll let leak lethal upheaval
devil level illegal
drug and needle
and if I need more
to feed pour you'll endure evil
a war we war where you will weaken
worn down sorry sore and beaten
words won't work best be believing
when it ends you won't be breathing
your breed will cease undisputedly
removed unrefuted conclusion peace
Brown nose,
head bowed low
Sniffing submissively so
Wag the sniveling tongue,
show the power privileged ones
much servile love
Catch the prime scraps
tossed from your master’s table
Give a howl of gratitude,
back bent ... eyes to the floor
Do a lot of begging for a little more
Disgruntled windbag gas,
from the top cat sphincter mouth crack,
wafts in an odious fashion
Pet brown noses love that unappetizing smell
Obsequious odor
is their collared passion
Pungent leftover scent passed over
bottom end face down —
Complete compliance drool dripping
grovel to the ground
Beggarly you beagle bark
for an extra morsel
Missy gives you a moonshine treat
out the backdoor
Brown nose do as you’re told,
and your belly
will always stay belch full
Sleepy eyes resting by the Uncle Tom cabin fire,
the odor of rotten servitude pleases you
So in lap tongue love with your desired
bowel oppression fate
As you dog-eared wait
for an anticipated olfactory taste
of the next tummy toilet pull
From the first breath 'till my death
I've played the role of happy clown
first- wearing the newborn silly hat
plastic phone placed in my hands
parents cooing at my first "smile"
knowing all along it was only baby gas.
Then the hormones ran wild
thinking of nothing but sticky romance
juggling snotty lies and pretty lines
to get good girls to drop their pants.
Now everyday I'm putting on a big smiley face-
Clawing up the plastic smile ladder.
Collecting my pauper's pay.
Topping it off with a big brown nose
drinking dirty Kool-Aid from boss man's hose.
Even at my funeral, I'll play the smiling clown.
While the gravedigger gives me to ground.
Pinocchio politicians
got long nose ambitions
Pirate patch parrot thoughts
in the bosom
keel dereliction decisions
Gender gypsy tramps bought,
paid horizontal submission
Whore whispers being said
Global security is premature burial
on a bald eagle spread bed ...
squirting liquid lies: moo white noise emission
Face paste looks like a Cyrano rinse condition
Gator tears shaking
from a dirty tongue megaphone
Broken spit vows
gutter belly creeping back home
One less bell to answer:
no hearing mo’ tales of wives wronged
Lewd lute lips playing lover musical chairs,
one less sitter —
drunk odious woman fallen down the stairs
Fake profit fiddlers
are mannequin pocket piddling
and double-talk diddling ,
Nero nay palms are starting grease fires
in the negotiating kitchen
Nuclear smoke alarm
on a chirping tweet oral fixation
Fat kick-back Russian roulette fumes ...
it smells like a Cyrano situation
Where’s the ladder and the fire hose,
why ain’t the rubber moving on the road?
Guess you gotta trust the crafty Fahrenheit ones,
with the shortest mercury brown nose
Never Hit a Potamus
Never hit a Potamus,
on his grey brown nose.
Cos' if you do, he'll flatten you,
by jumping on your toes.
For 7 year olds
Contest to follow
KS 28.1.18
On Pebble Beach's seventh green
I paused to watch an otter.
He dove, cavorted, spun around,
An acrobat on water.
Then lolling, drifting, eyeing me
He twitched brown nose and whiskers.
His thought, that moment, mirrored mine:
"He plays all day, that rascal."
The modern Knight
The Knight of the realm ,
Was a great man of courage,
Who protected the people,
Got dubbed by the King,
The bravest of brave,
Moralitys brightest,
Loved by the people,
Now the rich mans plaything???
But it became some snobs, crass title,
Given to Kerrs, and curs aint the thing,
Class distinction, from above, call me mister or sir?
The greatest of toads, to serve the toad master,
Brown nose, hum dingers, billy stinkers, I ching,
Gee golly they call me mr or sir?
Right next to the saints,
I’ve risen old thing,
To keep me head down,
I’ll need on me bridle,
A martingale strong,
So me head doesn’t sing…
Don Johnson
THE ONE WHO ALLOWED 12 ATOM BOMBS EXPLODED HERE IN AUSTRALIA GOT KNIGHTED FOR SERVICE TO THE QUEEN:}
ONLY 12 THOUSAND AUSSIES DEAD FROM STRONTIUM 90 IN THE MILK, AND ALL THE LITTLE KIDDIES GOT IT AT SCHOOL TOO IN THE FIFTYS... I REFUSED TO DRINK MILK AINT I LUCKY ???
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHBLBkYiCK4
check it out if you don't believe :{
It's a November
when I find myself walking
My hand holding yours
Side by side arms swaying
Your little fingers interlocking with mine.
I believe it is a happy day.
I think it shows on your little sun-tanned face.
I feel it myself from deep within.
Slowly welling up like a spring of water
From a dry ground, long athirst.
I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us
Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs.
Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know.
Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky
Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment.
Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter.
Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds
like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them,
cease 'em before away they fly.
A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should.
A many of this I pray to come,
A joyful carefree walk with my little boy;
Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.
In every class I’ve taken yet
There’s one who longs to be
A brown-nose, suck-up teacher’s pet
And man, it bothers me!
The one who always answers first
Or quickly volunteers
To hand out what must be dispersed
Ahead of all her peers.
The one who helps the teacher out
With every chore and mission;
Whose smiles are phony, there’s no doubt,
Just like a politician.
The one who needs the spotlight’s glow
And thus, appears quite greedy;
But more than likely, that’s not so –
She’s probably just needy.
Yet from the teacher’s point of view,
That pet makes life real easy.
The rest of us, however, find
Such actions really cheesy.
Is weird to be born
in society thinks is the
greatest ever and for good reasons.
I was being breast-fed when my mom heard the news
of JFK
She remembers, I don't.
I don't member RFK either or even
MLK, but what I will tell ya
is forty odd years later doesn't ring true
that all three were
“random acts of violence”
We gotta get smart, people
trust our own brains 'cause I tell ya
what slave-owners don't want ya to know
Long as ya buy in to brown-nose ass kissin' consumption
you're riskin' your kids future and furthermore
the half-life for super-powers is about two-hundred
years, ask greece and rome
turkey, egypt, great brittain and so on
just sayin' think on it please
that's all.
This tear So tightly held these salty tears
so tight my eyes squeeze embracing the We like long lost love
and yet you fall, fall with a weight of remembrance returning to the earth
of cares sinking in a fathomless lake of woe moistening it without glaze.
This tear Flicked freely from the corner of mother’s eye
dropping with pointed precision upon pearl white cheek flying momentarily...
or running childishly from the tip on the fingertips of joy
beside a chocolate brown nose. Or in gasps of anguish too great for arms to hold
Circles the world with the bounty of heart…
When released from imprisoned chest
bodes more than woe.
This tear defines the humanity of man.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Personify a Tear
* Do to the 12 line requirement this verse has been altered to be read both left to right and from top to bottom.
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