I take myself away from the bibble-babble-bss-bss throng
brainless gossipmongers that are almost always wrong
spreading this, that and the other, with nary a bit of proof
two of the worst of these are my Uncle Bob and Auntie Ruth
When they start their rumors, I sneak out of the room
And never answer their invites to join them on a Zoom
At work when the employees begin to whisper, point and sneer
I take my lunch to my own room, to retain a bit of cheer.
‘
I have forgot whatever you knew.
A victim of grey matter - Tabula Rasa
You wander into my mind
slam the door behind -
run headlong into a brick wall.
My head hurts with emotionally empty
empathy.
O the humanity!
Strange just got scary
my hairless bonce just got hairy.
I think I can,
I know I can....puff, then poof.
Out of steam.
Good day to you
red-faced being
I never knew.
Deep within the decrepit graveyard
Alight by a circular moon
Concrete creaks
Gravestones crack
Grotesque bodies rise
in ghastly fashion.
khaki grass crunches
beneath gangling feet
mechanical movements
macabre murmurs
and creaking bones
march forward, famished.
Crunch....
.....
Crunch...
Crunch.
filling
darkened streets,
crowding alleys,
stalking backyards...
Creak..
...Crunch..
flesh, falls to the floor...
Exposing...
the
gruesome grey,
skeletal,
Dearly departed,
undead.
Flocks of odious creatures
Litter streets
Masticating and munching
unsuspecting society
sheltered in the shadows
you watch,
blood drip from toothless grins
As they siphon the essence
of humanity
A cadaverous finger
slides slyly on your shoulder
hair spiked on edge
goosebumps grip your skin
chills caress your spine
Pins and needles nettle your flesh
Slowly you swivel around
turning,
to
face..........
book
Mankind grew the brain
while other animals limbs,
the brain perfected pain
while animals hunt their dins,
brains get greedy to reign
while limbs work to survive,
power makes brains insane
while limbs keep young alive.
Brains war until the dead remains,
driven by selfish greed and gains.
Brainy people killing people, continuous and shameless.
So mankind grew the brain, and mankind is the brainless.
Just because a man is dead,
You can’t send him away with an empty head.
Genius of Jackson down the drain,
Sure for the fans to cause much pain.
Something not done by those entirely sane,
But then what could they do? It was too late to complain.
Why did they not lay to rest complete,
All the viscera and a head replete?
Going through so much stress and strain,
Now left this world without a brain.
Although with everything money could buy,
Just like the common folks, he had to die.
Known for doing so much charity,
One of a kind and a rarity.
After having been a billionaire,
Forced to a life, with no one to care.
Luckily he did have some costly assets,
Few of this rare diamonds great facets.
If only the creator for a good reason,
Would create more greats like Mike Jackson.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & poet)
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