Best Sardonic Poems
Sardonic Edge
When you have money people love you
Even strangers want to see you, save you
And help you through your days
Subtle imperfections cling on psyches cliff
This is not a trick…. This is not a glitch
If only you would look
Take the problem as you could
Less lightly…..You should simply not exist
Nudge a nerve to sign that will
And give us what is ours
As condemning fingers deflect
Point your way
Lingering thoughts stick to you
Like yesterday’s sweat
Friends and family pretend to love you
That keeps you safe
But not from insults and pretentious threats
Fear fills in every day behind your back
Fed by derision, suspicion and greed
Designed by those who hate you along the way
It's the new fashion that never fades or dries upon the line
The stake in the heart delayed for better weather
Prevailing winds designing the perfect crime
Strong wills wait for satiation, a little later, is a little better
So say those hiding under rocks
Friends and family pretend to know you
Pretend to care
The sardonic edge comes out
You’ve become the center of attraction and attention
Lost in your own anonymity
Why should you have a lotto ticket and not me?!
The whispers come to life
No one gave you permission to be alive
Leave that part to us
We have skills and ways to attend to you
In our own sardonic ways
It would be our pleasure to (end you….)…oops!.. I mean help you end your days in peace
That is, if that’s ok with you
Please remember to sign the deed
Then we’ll see what we can do
Send us your snowflakes, your selfies
Send us your huddled masses for sure
Send us your poor to our shores
Bring abortions over our borders
America is the land of the free
Of food stamps, of me and more me
Send us your gender equality
If you remember who you can be
Bring diseases and enemies
To build bridges not walls we need people
From sea to shining sea bring your visas
Bring Jesus for no particular reason
It is always hunting season
So bring guns if you please
Faint mysterious humour was just a facial rumour,
although you knew she meant business when you were with her;
I was carried under my master's arm for ten years,
when I was finished, nothing was as it appears.
I smiled because I knew I would be worth a fortune,
finally placed in the Louvre, not for sale anytime soon;
La Giaconda looked at me with her mystery,'
for five hundred years she had sailed thro' history.
I sat for a long time while Leo created my face,
suddenly it was done, everything moved at a pace,
no one would ever match my inscrutable look,
or really appreciate just how long it took.
You wondered why my smile was brought about by a new lease,
it was because I caught a glimpse of Leo's private parts behind his codpiece.
In a constant game of deceit and request.
Where the whistles of steam are dribbling.
Hoots in light of my cynical eccentricity.
Where a reflected area of stars sparkled.
Mirror the perspicuity of my pain.'
There I am, hanging unstably in the air.
I was quashed in a fog of moist regret.
Written: March 20, 2022
Because I said so that's why
Because this is the old west
Because there's gold in them thar hills
There's graves that need to be dug
Someone has to take charge
There are two kinds of people in the world
People with guns and people with shovels
A cigar moves from side to side in the mouth
To a smirk with gleaming teeth
Pick up your shovel from the dirt
Dig!
The moral to our story is; feed your gun bullets every day. Fill people full of lead.
Don't ask stupid questions. You might end up excavating or better still....dead.