Best Unnecessary Poems
driving home
another late shift
work long hours just
to make dues
when the money I received
gets paid back to you.
lurking in the shadows
a man that has no soul
looking for ways to make
them like him more
his face is fresh I speak the truth
but justice isn't there...
all he cares is bonuses they set for him
to slayer.
corruptness lies where there is debt
and in our debt lies chains
the ones who say we're free are lame to think
its not a game.
a joke, lies go up in smoke
as he goes home, with his bonus, alone.
wishing his dick was a little bigger.
wishing the white girl loved him as much as she loves
the man he took away.
Unnecessary Chains.
Unnecessary Chains.
his fresh robotic face
a disgust to the human race.
Without your permission,
I will come into your life and omit traces of my most modest essence.
Then without warning,
I will withdraw myself from your domain,
leaving you to obsess over my unorthodox disposition that has been unraveling since
first introduction
Racism is an unnecessary beast that feasts insanely and inhumanely with inaccuracy
and precision. 12-20-10
Is there some rule out there
that a broken heart has to last;
that it must drag you back to memory's lair
and remind you of what's come and passed?
Is there some cosmic order
that this must be the case;
that once you cross pain's border,
memories never lose the race?
Is there some rule out there
that good men, good people, have to fall;
that God has to laugh in the face of 'fair'
and shove us into cruel remembrance's thrall?
Is there a reason for all of this,
for the sadness, the tears, all the waste and shame;
or has the world just been wrought amiss -
all we thought real destined to be put to the flame?
Unnecessary Evils---
The mind ever so biased,
with immediate outcome,
than long term stable solutions.
Committing crimes unknown to self,
while worshipping a man, worthy of sin.
Clouded memoirs of the aged brain,
Fools even you at the this human game.
The problem with people dictated by
Pride, Greed and Creed, is that they
Fail to see the emotions others feel.
Hidden from the narcissistic eye of thee.
The moral spirit that you have convinced,
to commit the evil at the devils order.
Haunting your life until you gasp your final breath.
Repent your life in hell until you succumb,
To your heinous acts, while rotting your
moral soul in the scorching flames of the deep,
known as hell.
---Udit
Here lies Emmett Kermit Lavender
Whose time was summarily cut short
When he insulted his English professor
With an unnecessarily caustic retort
written April 26, 2022
Help me! I am addicted to unnecessary words
In everyday speaking I am hopelessly loquacious
And worse, in my poetry, so much for the birds,
Help me! I am addicted to unnecessary words!
Too many adjectives and unnecessary adverbs
Like “very” and “really” adding nothing of merit
And thoughts burdened with repetitive phrases,
Too many adjectives and unnecessary adverbs!
I turned on grammar assistance only to discover
The program needs to work overtime to fix me,
Like “needs to work” instead of simply “works”
I turned on grammar assistance only to discover,
I do not write nearly so well as I thought I did
Employing lots of words to express my meaning,
Overworking words that appear over and over
I do not write nearly so well as I thought I did!
Written December 6, 2022
Back in day (of ma
mum, and perhaps
since time immemorial)
utterances of physicians
nsync with Staff of Asclepius
pounded against floor,
(which wrought
life to entwined serpent,
whose beady
eyed hypnotic power)
understandably
ranked doctors among
near mythical powerful
Gods, who ought
best not be ignored, thus
(then a young Harriet Harris,
now long since deceased)
felt overbearing heft of
medical practitioners final words,
and subsequently would nought
refute, ignore, nor
dispute sacred commandment
hence would n'er be accused
of sacrilegious immodesty,
impiety, or impropriety
(towards medical institution),
and never doubt voice
most supreme in the universe,
thus she felt caught
against challenging authority
meekly surrendered
her only son, bought
with bargaining chip
indubitable faith
in omnipotent equip
ment with hocus
pocus magic to flip
precious life humming along,
or force death grip
upon a lovely boy (christened
Matthew Scott Harris),
at present lapsed beet hip
pea hooping to stave
off crossing the lip
of LX bracket, there
fore reckons a nip
and tuck (think
prefrontal lobotomy),
asper when just a pip
squeak ushered,
where mine existence
could be mortgaged
with accidental,
(or purposeful) slip
of the knife, while
under anesthetized trip
returning minus a mass of
enlarged lymphatic tissue
between the back of
the nose and the throat.
Ouch,
The sting is beginning to slouch.
Settling in my throbbing head,
Mama, when can I just go to bed?
Cali, go clean this,
Don't just whine, never hiss.
All's you know is well,
Yes, mad'am, Cruella Deville.
Don't close your eyes,
The sun is still risen in the skies.
Kids, the kids everywhere.
Come on now, where are the hippies with their peace to share?
"That's MINE!"
No, little child. This fighting, this is not fine.
No matter the day,
No matter the way,
It'll be just as miserable, as the rain in May.
Cruella Deville, stop the orders,
You're stacking up my mentally disorders.
The shrieks, the fighting,
The freaks, the lighting.
How so relevant?
It's under the roof, my only element.
No place to escape,
Orders and folders left over my head to drape.
What's ironic is I have to leave,
My mother says I have a room to clean.
War is the world’s most unnecessary activity~~
Destroying the most precious things we have.
written March 26, 2022
all the rivers come together in the sea
certain rules of the game
are you gonna break it?
unnecessary try
all invalid propositions were in fact absent
but they have been revealed
what are you gonna do?
unnecessary interfence
all the ends are the same
you were late to notice
why are you surprised?
unnecessary reactions
pols herald caution
we're at the edge of the World
I'm ready to jump
It’s just another accessory,
In time for my final anniversary.
It’s a way to put an end to my misery,
But when it’s too late, will I say, “How unnecessary.”
The streets are quiet,
no waves left to break on the shores of the silent,
No blood on the curb to draw the stray dogs.
A stray wind blows through the darkest of alley's
like you it forgets where it was that you came from.
And the boarded up windows watch where it is that you've been.
Death doesn't care about your great name.
You think it was clean—
and as one door shuts, the other never opens.
But the dead don't lie still,
they rattle on in your head
when you bite down on all your immoral sins.
They creep through the purple walls,
Children eating lead paint,
Their brains soft as their forgotten prayers
grey hollowed out eye sockets.
You can't kill any of those dead,
but they can kill you,
if you would only but let them.
Unnecessary space is also character
Unnecessary space remains character
Unnecessary anything is always observed
Unnecessary anything questioned
Unnecessary questioned makes necessary living
Necessary to be lived
Unnecessary questioned to be removed