Best Satirelife Poems


Serial Killer a Limerick

There once was a serial killer
His life was one sickening thriller
From the bodies he’d saves
And the ones in the graves
His life was one bloody chiller

Tho his mental state wasn’t quite normal
And his social skills never that formal
He loved people to pieces
Even after life ceases
With dead bodies he does like to dabble

Now that sounds rather creepy you say
That killing is how one spends his day
While it’s not quite a profession
More like an obsession
In the end they’ll come take him away
 AgMoore© 
 Authors note: This was done as an exercise, we were given certain words (a wordle ) 
and it was the writers choice what form to put them in and how to use them.

Governance

"Men are governed by lines of intellect,
women by curves of emotion" *

or

might I have it incorrect
and really mean to say

that 

men are governed by women's curves,
and women by men's lines.

© Goode Guy 2011-06-17

* misquote of James Joyce actually from
Oscar Wilde's  "An Ideal Husband" -
"A woman's life revolves in curves of emotions. 
It is upon lines of intellect that a man's life progresses."
© Goode Guy  Create an image from this poem.

The Twisted Sister's Tale

Take heed the written voices 
Of terror and of sin 
For not just there to scare you
But to give you peace within 
For in these tales of sordid lives 
A message you will find 
To save your soul 
From the pit of hell 
And make your life more kind 

For in these tales they write about 
A love that has gone wrong 
Included are the tales of sin
Making the pathway long 
Erotic tales of lustful encounters 
With men they did not know 
But provided them a resting place 
Once payment sufficed the soul 

They do not share these stories of shame
To boast about a life 
Where they were forced to be abused 
Suffering pain and strife 
Some indeed feel remorse 
For the price they paid to live 
In a place that Satan made for them
To triumph within sin 

Day by day they walk about 
To find some weakened soul 
They take them in, show love to them,  
And they are seen no more 
Be watchful of the ones around 
For they may do you harm 
This is the twisted sister’s tale 
Of how your life they scorn 

©2009 JR Vick 
11/1/2009 6:13 PM


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