If You're Looking For
Salvation, You Know
It's Not A Sin...
You're Always
Welcome To Leave!
From The
Dew-Drop Inn.
-Gray Squirrel
09-17-2025
Imagine this,
I put up like this,
There is no end to it,
The night came in,
The creeps give the chills,
I wonder how to feel,
It is the sequel,
The storyline is captivating,
Very eye-catching,
The movie Serpent is in search,
For a more dramatic and chaotic impact,
In this hour of darkness,
I can still feel the sensational,
Of going on an adventurous journey,
Is this a survey,
Or a rental one,
I could be someone,
Looking through and through,
I spotted a feline,
Of a different kind,
I don't mind,
Give me the sign,
The next blockbuster in line.
Say so.ething nice
or say know thing at
all!
Speak when ; your spoken
to!
Shut up!
Shut your damn mouth!
What your mad huh,
I know you ain't mad
You can't be!
Get paid for doing nothing,
He'll I did all the work!
You stupid?
Are you Stupid?
I had to tell you what to
do too many times
For you to be anything
Else but stupid!
Tell you want it is!
You're dumb, try'na be
Stupid!
Be yourself and
Everything will be
Alright!
Excepts from "Be Yourself"
Ain't nothing but palm ash and
Lavender Bouis! Ain't the soap
Fragrant!
Hau the Bouis?
Hau the Bouis?
Remember the slogan
'No Child Left Behind'
The current school year's
been so cruel, so unkind
The slogan's changed its mind...
Rather than teach classes in dread
Schools decreed: 'No child gets ahead'
What a catchy tune she said.
Lying because she thought it was nice.
He went nuts with this compliment.
Told everyone what she had said.
His relatives called to thank her.
She felt guilty because it was not a good tune at all.
He went up and down the street playing the tune.
He broadcast it with a loudspeaker out his car window.
Her grandma called and asked what to do because he wanted a comment.
Tell him it is great, she lied to her grandma.
So her grandma did.
His relatives also called her to thank her.
She felt smug and happy about it.
He went to the next six counties, playing the tune.
A disc jockey invited him to speak on the radio and play his tune.
He spoke and he was funny; people liked him.
The tune was not great, but he was hilarious.
Other radio stations called him to come speak and share his tune.
His tune went to number one in the county,
then the state, and finally the nation.
All of the people were happy for him, because they liked him.
Most had lied about the tune.
It was not catchy at all.
You are dead, and death has you
The fear is clear as it surrounds you
You're filled with insight as well as strife, but it's not enough
Your defeat will be swift
I'll discreet and defeat your every action
Because no matter what you use, it is no more than a mere contraption
I'll slowly take away what makes you, you
With darkness and shadow, true chaos will ensue
For such as taking away your insight and strife
For one step, one breath you're soon to be under my knife
Killing you slowly is the way I conquer, thy torture can't wait no longer
With every step, you will burn
The heart of those around you will submerge
To the bottomless pits which is firm
You invite and welcome your death with every step
Compensate to me with your very last breath
As your soul is filled with insanity and sinful horror
Your pain and torture will last so much longer
Say your last words to a life that you once loved
For now, you will be sent to a void with no such love
Say goodbye to a life that you once knew
Along with all that came before and after you
Bombastic is touchy,
laconic is catchy.
~Insert catchy title here~
Sometimes that's all you need
To get the ball a-rolling
To get your poem its read
It may not make much sense at all
They'll figure out in time
But before it is they do
~Insert here the perfect line~
As you're drawing to a close
The readers mind you feel like bending
The next line is the spot where you
~Insert here a killer ending~
it's a shame
because it can be very good
though I might not be as good at titling
as at writing
and so can anyone be
There was a bandit – Catchy Kachang Foo
He was a granddad of Mo Machang Hoo
Both went to India
With grand mom Cynthia
And made out like a bandit-selling shoe
Readers acknowledge first lines as vital
Nothing grabs attention like a snappy title
People dislike poems that do not rhyme
Criticizing writers for committing a “crime”
How I hate being hated for being me
Now I see, for I, is Kenneth to be
If I choose to inscribe in a passive voice
Then do I will, for it’s my choice
If I want to use a vulgar expression
I’d choose ass, to keep writing a profession
I may write in lines that are far stretched across the page, and stick out like a sore thumb
Or use terrible clichés because my filter is numb
I shall proofread if a feel and submit without
Errorz apparent, I’d never doubt
I’ll end abruptly if that’s what I like
And you my friend can take a hike
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