Best Barbiturate Poems
Freeze Dryedit is the atomic weight that matters most.
violent barbiturate toungues empty coffee cups
and deliver the insight.
before there was religion there
was foldgers dry roast.
before the lunar landing there
was instant oatmeal.
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
barbiturate, allegory, perspective,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
A Fat PsychicA “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller”
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply
Joshing in case some cops are Soup dwellers...
Continue reading...
Categories:
barbiturate, hilarious,
Form:
Limerick
CluelessCLUELESS
Your quietness makes me lose track of time,
Feels so empty without the sound of your voice,
My heart actually pounds to fill up this void!
“Where‘re you?” Shrieks desperate voices in my mind..
To my dismay, echoes of my footsteps responded to my...
Continue reading...
Categories:
barbiturate, missing you,
Form:
Ode
"the Last Episodes of a Vintage Slave""The last Episodes of a Vintage slave"
I'm shattered beyond belief, reaching for, an elusive life
that will never consume me, broken with with splitters in my intelligence
I do die, with slow disadvantages, chocking on harsh reflections
that keeps me on a death watch, waiting for...
Continue reading...
Categories:
barbiturate, life, loss, mystery, scienceme,
Form:
Empire Emphatically Enforces ExerciseFitness guru (grew)
to an abrupt screeching halt,
i.e. did dramatically abate,
whence significant block of time,
I formerly did allocate
(within recent past)
for physical work out,
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
barbiturate, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A Fat PsychicA “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller”
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply
Joshing in case some people are bed wetters...
Continue reading...
Categories:
barbiturate, happiness,
Form:
Limerick
"the Last Episodes of a Vintage Slave""The last Episodes of a Vintage slave"
I'm shattered beyond belief, reaching for, an elusive life
that will never consume me, broken with with splitters in my intelligence
I do die, with slow disadvantages, chocking on harsh reflections
that keeps me on a...
Continue reading...
Categories:
barbiturate, death, music, passion, political,
Form:
A Fat PsychicA “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller”
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply
Joshing in case some people are bed wetters...
Continue reading...
Categories:
barbiturate, silly,
Form:
Limerick