Being anything but cold is rare for you.
Utterly and shamelessly aloof is but a default setting for you, although could it still be considered ‘aloof’ if it’s on purpose?
Too nonchalant to notice the people around to falling to pieces at your feet.
Too preoccupied with your selfish human desires to take into consideration the karmic tab you’re stacking up, and yet,
Even when you’re paying attention, you’re still somehow... not there.
Ridiculously obsessed with your self-image, just enough to tip off the start to your downfall.
Firmly believing your own lies is the reason you’ve successfully convinced everyone around you of them too.
Living out your deceit, fooling everybody into believing you could be a genuine soul, that you could be authentic – as if you’re a lowlife method actor on the brink of withering away.
You could not fool me, though. I saw right through you and your transparent wings, and you couldn’t handle being seen, oh, how very ‘dear in the headlights’ of you.
I knew you were cold-blooded,
But I never expected you to be a fraud.
SHARK IN THE SOUP-
MUNCHING ON GOLDFISH CRACKERS AND BLOODY MARY ---
hark! Sailor retreat
I see them shark in the soup
off the bow in sea
alpha bit crackers
floating on top the waters
bloody Mary chew
sea red Mary dead
munching on Gold fish crackers
shark in the soup now
hark! Sailor’s retreat
12/19/18
shark in the soup Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
I wish I had a Bloody Mary
To come to my rescue
And quell the aches and pains caused by
The drink I should eschew
Please make it extra spicy
With the olives, now don’t skimp
Maybe even top it off
With a tasty big fat shrimp
A bit of hot horseradish
‘Round the rim would be delightful
Then please tell why I drink
That would really be insightful
I'm not lazy, I'm just very, very relaxed
Work is a foreign word, it causes me to collapse
In a great big heap
Needing more sleep
Or another Bloody Mary or Caesar perhaps
Mary I reigned over the land
her approval was in demand.
Yet it's quite odd
that she was a fraud.
Too bad she wasn't entombed in sand.
Eight hundred meters
Demanding in all aspects
Race with a high toll
Epitome of extremes
Coach called her Bloody Mary
I'm not lazy, I'm just very, very relaxed
Work is a foreign word, it causes me to collapse
In a great big heap
Needing more sleep
Or another Bloody Mary or Caesar perhaps
Bloody Mary
was a queen - and scary;
She just loved sending folks to the tower
but she still always managed to look damn sour.
For Andrea’s clerihew contest
King Henry VIII ‘s daughter, Bloody Mary
This evil queen’s mission, England’s Protestants to bury
Never at night did she wake
After a day yelling, “Burn him at the stake!”
* I wanted to use "off with his head" but could find no historical evidence she ever used this phrase. Only in Alice in Wonderland!
Ole Bloody Mary’s a friend of mine
with splash of vodka and twist of lime.
tomato crush
which makes me flush,
yet, she leaves me out of sorts at times.
Contest: Pick a Beverage any Beverage
Date: 10/29/11
BLOODY MARY:
I SEE YOU BUT YOU CANT SEE ME,
YOU SAND ALONE?,
AND I WAIT,EVERYDAY
I SEE THE BEATS OF SWEAT ON YOUR HEAD,
I COUNT THE SECONDS UNTIL YOUR DEAD,
THEIR WONT BE TIME TO SHED A TEAR,
JUST SAY THE WORDS I LONG TO HEAR,
BLOODY MARY....BLOODY MARY....BLOODY MARY
PERSON:
YOU SEE ME BUT I CANT SEE YOU..
I STAND ALONE
YOU CAN SEE THE BEATS OF SWEAT ON MY HEAD
YOU COUNT THE SECONDS UNTIL I AM DEAD
THERES NO TIME TO SHED A TEAR
YOU WANT ME TO SAY THE WORDS YOU LONG TO HEAR
BLOODY MARY.....BLOODY MARY....
A young dead woman named Bloody Mary
for Halloween dressed as the good fairy.
At the mirror she beamed.
No one let out a scream.
BUT many still had dysentery!
Bloody Mary,
Bloody Mary,
Bloody Mary,
O' so scary.
Putting mortals,
to the test,
come on out,
at my request.
Bridge the gap,
that is between,
all that is,
and everything.
I call upon,
a Bloody Mary,
being of vengence,
O' so scary.
Come forth,
into the light,
of this night,
so to serve me,
and to help,
me with my fight.