Misd
A s we
B lindly
C aress the
D ays that we miss.
E ach day gets harder
F or time will insist.
G rabbing the
H ands of the
I gnorant bliss
J ust as all
K indness and all
L ove is misD.
M iriads of angels display their
N trest with
O ctaves of sonnets and
P oetic riffs. Some
Q uestion pleasure with
R apturous twists.
S eem to destroy all
T he peace with a fist.
U su'lly we get
V ehemently pissed,
W hen haters and losers and stinkers
X ist.
Y apping and
Z apping and slapping their wrists.
A ntiques
Z oom
B y
Y ou better not miss.
(C atch!)
X amine the
D ents on the shooting star's
W ish.
E at of the fruit and you'll
V anish from this.
U cannot
G amble
T he worlds
H appyness.
S oon you'll accrue an
I mpossible list.
R aise up the bar since there is no
J ustice.
Q uestion the
K illing of
P eople
L ike this.
O h will you help us God?
M ary we've kissed
"N evermore," did quoth the raven, "You misD."
Copyright © Jonathan White | Year Posted 2008
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