Best Hypo Poems
My life has been...
Egotistically hypo-manic
Systematic and tragic
Insanity looms like a ghost in the attic
Ive been in five point restraints
Because of my mental state
Ive been driven by fate
And the need to create
Somedays Im up, Im higher then high
So high above the birds that fly in the sky
Then I come crashing down, I cant help it but cry
At least its real, Im not living a lie
My state of mind is my state of affairs
I talk my truth but and see nothing but stares
I get to my knees and say nothing but prayers
I ask for help but nobody cares
Osteoporosis, spinal stenosis
halitosis, that's the grossest
Hemorrhoids, hypo hyper thyroids
gallbladder removal will leave a void
Arthritis, pyelonephritis, gingivitis
we will survive in spite of these
Toe fungus will not be the death of us
its' cure you will ask what was all the fuss
Crooked toes, snotty nose, itchy down below
Pancreatitis, gastroenteritis, myocarditis
cannot frighten us, though impotence might
and possibly to a womans' delight
on not
Torn rotator cuff, oral cancer from rubbing snuff
COPD will make you huff and puff
Diminished brain, malfunctioning drains
generalized aches and pains
of these we are not deprived
BUT, it's still awesome to be alive
My husband is naughty a very naughty man
He throws down the newspaper on top of his beer can
He buys himself a sandwich in a cardboard box
And puts it in the laundry with his woollen socks.
He takes off his pyjamas and chucks them on the floor
He uses hankies frequently, so I have to buy some more.
He wants to have thick sauces on top of all his food.
And when he has a hypo his speech is very rude.
I gave him such a shock when I learned to curse and swear
But we really need to,as “eff off “is everywhere.
Why, even in the Bible there are some wicked words
I’ve not read it all yet, except Psalm 23rd.
I mean to finish reading it and then when I must die,
I’ll come onto a cloud and shout,Oh pi is in the sky.
For transcendental numbers give a hint divine.
Although you can get it better with a glass of dry, white wine.
My husband drinks draught guinness and then he fall asleep
He hollers and curses when the oven timer bleeps.
He eats a piece of kipper and cried out,Oh,dear God!
Nobody caught this b*gger with a fishing rod
He wants to move to Whitby and walk upon the sands
Sit in the audience and hear the big brass bands.
He wants to see the sun rise and to see it set…
So please send God some gelatine in case the air’s too wet!
If you don't want to be a hypo, don't say any kind or show any appreciation to those who do not deserve ! Rather keep your mouth shut and draw your path..
Persuaded X
______________________________
I'm captivated by his smile,
enchanted if you will
beguiled by his fancy words
can't escape the way I feel.
How he makes me thirst,
my hunger at its peak
and he guided me so easily
into his wild retreat.
I gasp at the very thought,
go dizzy from the feel
sputtering only babbled words
of how this feels surreal.
I was drawn into his darkness,
tempted with one look
yet here I am so willingly
like bait, I bit the hook.
My body feels like fire,
he tainted something pure
and I am like a hypo
and he's my only cure.
What has he done to me,
I can not see straight
his sexual persuasion
made this into my fate.
Now I dream of lustful things,
that only he can do
and O with the slightest thought
I stick to these sheets like glue.
The moral of this story is,
be careful of the hex
cause when he is very good
you only dream of sex.
8/19/14- Jessica Thompson ( more...lustful things lol)
QUARRY OF MINDS
A college full of seasoned eminence
A home once taken as a place of negligence
But now she is favored in greatness
A college that is now loved and people nourish
And always and will it flourish
Your fragrance it’s lilies of bravado
It ooze me off to a whole Eldorado
You once house those of graceful mind
Who achieved and are still even in their prime
Confident are they and always want to set pace
They were learned and escape the rat race
Once shy now are they men with the right face
What can I say than write it out in hypo state?
It is your love and it is your COLLEGE
Doing good things to others, be it to a hypo or genuine person, will make you a remembered soul eternally..
A missive postkard from Russia to Amerika:
Deer Amerikan elekted leaders:
Yuri headlight Magnitsky bad policy,
of swift monetary attrition Ru$$ian decision,
have sanktion krashed our ekonomy
Das black ice spangled action
send our oligarchy Soviet markets
ruble roulette spinning
Such rogue demokracy konduct
make the proletariat people suffer much
in das Motherland
Why show such sub-zero Siberian love?
Can Supreme Politburo we
speak Kremlin kandidly:
Why must das trafficking bald eagle
blow das trump
so elektion help unfriendly?
Sekrecy is valued above all
in das Ural heartland
Kabal charakter is a klandestine
medal of distinktion
Thus unofficially, this solemn body SP
send back channel love
to our silver sly komrades
in das golden land of merchant liberty
We Bolshevik hate
that some had to double agent make
das gulag cell sakrifice
We Lenin love
that these Marxist martyrs embraced
das dictator way of life
May their kompromat ruble greed
be planted deeply
in das hallowed halls of demokracy
Let more Stalinist tears of tyranny
be shipped freely
unto das twin shores of coin liberty
Sadly, propaganda fear
has submarine surfaced once again,
between past Alaskan trading partners —
Northern exposure former friends
Yuri czar truly
would yield Molotov easy détente bend
Allow Vladdy us
to make Manchurian Kandidate amend
From Russia with love,
we silo kisses send this Kremlin postkard to Amerika
Kandid spy picture of
our subterfuge gift: Cold hypo-kritical mass hysteria
Forgive broken translation,
due to heavy mushroom kloud interference
Yuri truly,
admire Khrushchev much
such elekted kompassionate patience
of das unwavering flag treachery
You are exquisite in my eyes
A dangerous beauty that took me by surprise
We met in a awkward kind of place
Never knew I would meet such a beautiful face
I was taken away to another world
Out of pyschoticness to the hypo sensual swirl
You made me the see the world in a different kind of shade
Where light comes out of darkness
No longer do I need to fear nor be afraid
I found happiness in your very heart
I am saddened thought because of circustances out of our control there we had to
part.
When sonnets rhyme with sound, full-throated and deep,
with dulcet bars of bliss sweetly echoing;
how inspired songs, so happily sung, make thee weep
within thine sacred, and most inward, being?
Such work of genius the divine inspires,
sublimely expressed are those notes profound,
that through the ages spark Avalon's sacred pyres,
and lift the lover's heart to realms heaven-bound.
But what Muse's audience can giants know,
tap powers bane, and forces pro-elliptic;
or with mind, bolts of inspired lightning throw,
work miracles through godlings hypo-manic?
These strange, rare, bizarre, beautiful, dark minds,
are lightning struck from supernatural kinds!
We used to just have a cup of coffee
Black
Possibly with milk
Maybe with sugar
Mostly on Sundays and with cream as a bonus
Today they call it caffe latte or cappuccino
Americano for the purist
From a fancy machine
With intricate pads
Anytime everywhere all day long
Espresso and hard pressed for choice
Salted caramel mocha
Strawberry frappuccino
Machiato or Mochaccino
Did the wallet grow with the taste
But the ultimate gimmick on the luxurious decadence scale
Chewed and spit out seeds collected for Monkey Coffee or
Kopi Luvak or palm civet beans basically half digested poop
For one hundred dollars a pound I volunteer to add enzyme
And flavour to mucus secretion purely organic and human
Free trade maximum wage and organically tested intestines
At a price I would consider to s(h)it in a greenhouse in Iceland
Or gaze at Taj Mahal Paddington Station or the Eiffel Tower
Volcanic eruptions with Ricinus oil are available at a surcharge
Gluten free habitat and vegan production site can be arranged
Hypo allergenic and guaranteed lactose tolerant for milky coffee
The crap has no limits and animal welfare comes at a premium
Ingenious and indigenous I vow to cater for all upper class smells
Calibrate flatulence and ingestion ablutions elimination and harvest
So you my dear customer can metaphorically kiss my solvent behind
Who says that one cannot turn faeces into money by milking some fools
09th January 2020
Kate Shemirani
You tossed your cape
Walked heart burning
A stand to make
You became by default
Freedoms M C
And on the attack'
Calling out medical; hypo-cracy
Genocide in stilted tone; acclaimed
At davos' you helped make known'
Your fight and fervor
For God and right
Shone in Britians covid nights'
Reiner Füllmich Dr Coleman
Just some allies against
The grotesqe and gruesome
I applaud today, your sense of right
All reality enjoins' I regard the plight
I pit my worth; i make the stand'
I support humanity innately grand
(You do no harm) in speech and act
What the n h s deride you so well enact'
Your days of study; your years of care
Has gained respect, just everywhere'
The title of Doctor I ascribe you here
The only one thats fitting
By a whole light year.'
God bless you Dr Shemirani
there are a couple of charming ladies
who probably both think I am a tad crazy
but I'm probably hypo
when I type a typo
or could be that my eyesight is a tad hazy
My thanks to you both, C. and J. hugs Mick
It’s December, it’s foggy and rainy, but that fits. Of course, a rainy Saturday means gathering in the common room with my roommates and watching either “The Hunger Games” or “Twilight.” Leong’s never seen Twilight, believe it or not, what are they DOing in China? We were explaining that It’s ok to talk through Twilight because it’s completely senseless. Yeah, good times.
We got back from Thanksgiving break, and we had to hit it - grinding to squeeze half a semester into 18 days. It’s a cornucopia of pressure. So, we’ve hit the books, but we’re still us.
Here’s a question: What’s the first season in December? “Spotify wrapped” season! EVERYONE has Spotify and once a year you get a summary of your listening habits. The reports came out this week and it’s all people are talking about. Comparing their lists, artists, tastes. Those lists say a lot about someone and it’s ok to not have taste, we should normalize it.
My top artist was Taylor Swift (duh) my top song was Taylor Swift’s “Renegade,” Spotify says I listened to it 285 times but that’s biased because more than once, when writing a paper, I put that song on a loop for 6 hours. My second most listened to song was “Champagne Problems” By Taylor. That song is so Rory, Gilmore Girls coded - like Rory saying, “you're on your own.” My other top artists are TV Girl, the backseat lovers and hypo campus. Yeah, I roll big.
Taylor’s also been in the conversation because Sophie has an ex-fem-friend (a freshman) who started seeing *a 45-year-old guy*. Let me ask you, what does a 45-year-old man have in common with an 18-year-old girl? We have Yale friends in their early 20s who still consider themselves teenagers and children and THEY are horrified. It’s naked fracking pedophilia. (Sorry, that one foamed over.)
The whole situation is ripped from Taylor’s 2010 masterpiece “Dear John,” which is about her dating John Mayer when she was 19 and he was 30-something. Her friends warned her, but she wouldn’t hear. Taylor Swift can be corny, and I love the corn, but she can be topical too and even though I was 7 when she released “Dear John” (2010), it’s a timeless lesson.
When I was a kid, Watson and Crick’s discovery of DNA
Was still a bit like science fiction and not completely understood
Dreams of curing cancer, never growing old, viral vaccinations
Mapping out the human genome would make them proud of us
Splicing genes with CRISPR Cas9 Vectors
Is still only just the beginning,
We’ve barely touched the tip of the iceberg
Still, one day, like in the Star Trek universe
With a simple shot from hypo spray
No more COVID and Dr. Flox would send us on our way
But life is not TV land
I suppose God must have other plans
Perhaps He’s not so pleased that
Science is the new religion of this Day N Age
He’s really going to be surprised when we scrape the shroud of Turin
For some Jesus DNA
And clone the Son of God so we can look him in the eyes
And pray tell we may say,
“What the hell have we done, oh Spliceosome?”