There was once a dock worker whose name was Dick,
His employers knew not, Dick had worked out a perfect trick,
Forty five was his speculated age,
He dressed according to his meager wage,
Went home daily with a barrow, security noticed dick was quick.
On other days they noticed many a different kind of trivia,
Told security was selling empty boxes to buy pills, had leukaemia,
Will tell you more when I retire,
Continued with his routine and poorly attire,
His secret, confessed stole a barrow a day, headlines in media.
Moved to Mexico, learnt Spanish, dyed hair black so could blend,
Applied for a job in revenue office, made many a friend,
Managed and learnt to cheat a little,
Hey Dick be careful, don’t fiddle,
Persisted to play his tricky games, predictably caught at the end.
Today’s September 2d,
but Sam the squirrel is not impressed~
no brisk air, no acorns dropping,
just heat he can’t digest.
He squints up at the cloudless, furnace sky,
tail drooping in sweaty defeat:
“Where’s pumpkin spice and sweater weather?
Why is Texas still a heat-wave cheat?”
Beside him stands an armadillo,
cool as a desert stone.
He shrugs beneath his armored shell:
“Buddy, this is Texas. We own the heat zone.”
The squirrel fans his face with a wilted leaf,
dramatic as dramatic can be:
“I’m filing a fall-weather complaint!”
The armadillo sighs, “File one for me.”
So many fine spouses cheat
Were they born with clay feet
Or does not marriage fit the back seat
It’s my conscience I must go to sleep with every night
And I wonder of the day: Was it wrong, or was it right?
As I lie there in my bed, and through my reverie
‘Tis there I “see” my day - and start my inquiry
Did I cheat my fellowman, out of avarice or greed?
Did I sell something to someone they didn’t really need?
Did I tell a lie, just to advance me personally?
Or tell someone a “half-truth”, which is just as bad, you see.
Did I vote for someone, because they were my friend,
Knowing their abilities might not work out in the end?
Of someone’s else’s wrongs I think, lying there in bed
Did today I right those wrongs – or simply ‘turn my head’?
Just knowing right from wrong, is surely not enough
We have to do what’s right, and sometimes that is tough
When you and I ask ourselves questions such as these
Answers that we give either bother … or they please
For there is no vague line between wrong and what is right
You and I know the truth – so sleep peacefully every night.
closed curtains
morning grey peeking
door closing
We always thought everything was above board
when we played cards, this even though
Gunther would bring his lucky horse
and clean up more than his fair share.
They were accused of cheating a time or two
but nothing was ever proven so they went free.
We found out later that they had quite the scheme
and Snow White was kept well rewarded
with an array of fresh carrots and juicy apples.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
sometimes lovers meet
kiss and share a bite to eat
one desires sweetmeat
not dessert an extra treat
to savour another’s teat
It’s painful.
It brings tears.
It brings anger.
When the love of your life,
hurts you and leaves you,
for someone they met while with you,
that’s no love.
When they admit they love her more,
and leave you in the dust.
When they say that she’s the only one who cared,
when she was nowhere, when you were the one,
who was actually there.
They leave you in the dust,
and never feel remorse,
for how they hurt you,
the worst.
Labour of hate
Turn on the heating
It’s getting cold
Why do we shiver?
Just because we’re old
It’s Kier’s labour, who wants us all to die
Said he liked pensioners just another lie
Another lie
Angels are calling
Is this the end
We are elderly
No family or friends
Can’t pay for heating or any of our bills
While Rayner’s cheating, fingering the tills
In the tills.
Reeves bills are paid for
But she’s a millionaire
Rayner is raving
She doesn’t care
Release the sausages, where is his brain
Paying a photographer, Rayner’s so vain
Is so vain
Take all our money
With inheritance tax
Charlie didn’t pay his
He can now relax
Rich becoming richer, Starmer leads the pack
Free clothes and glasses stabbed us in the back
In the back.
David Cox 13/12/24
A turncoat sheds his skin, like autumn leaves,
To don a new coat with many bright hues.
With a mask, and an overcoat for thieves,
For whom or what, when, his deceit may choose.
Once clad in virtue, now as a fraud dressed,
Hiding the old spots of truth frayed, faded,
That once for friends and loyalties professed,
Now remain as scars, torn and abraded.
He knows no truth, nor love, nor noble dream,
For chameleon's spots are insecure,
Flitting and feigning camouflaged esteem,
Beneath the coat of colored spots, impure.
Can a change of skin or spots on a coat,
Ever excuse a lying turncoat's gloat?
God simply made man and woman
to be together for the rest of their lives,
it's a blessing this heedless world
has not fully known;
and it's so rare nowadays
to see two people in love
and promise each other to be faithful:
is this all impossible?
No, real men, don't cheat on their women,
no, real men give their whole hearts full of gold
to those who really live them;
I've come to know a good man
who did just that for his woman,
and he still loves ger although is old!
Unfaithful men: would you rather have
an unhappy home or feel a joy
as sublime as the sunrise in glory?
Untrustworthy men, give up what you crave;
you can be the strongest man on Earth
and still can't stop the tears that gather inside!
No, real men don't cheat on their women,
no, real men adore and cherish then 'till they're gone :
to be beside them and share a lovely dream,
to console and encourage them when they'll get weak!
My lips have felt so cold, since you left.
My hands seem so heavy, since you left.
My skin feels so dirty, in need of touching by your hands, since you left.
My heart feels so lonely, since you left.
My eyes keep on searching for the reassuring sight of your eyes since you left.
And yet, when you were here, they all screamed for you to leave.
Toy Story characters argued ~ then Jessie told Woody to buzz off
he'd been caught flirting with Bo Peep ~ uh oh, Woody, you're in trouble deep
Jessie said she was leaving ~ couldn't get over Woody's deceiving
oh what a terrible end for the two ~ makes me want to cry, boo hoo
can Woody end his cheating ways ~ Jessie doesn't trust his word these days
he knocked on Jessie's door ~ but she said not to come around anymore
Woody tried to confess ~ Jess wasn't going to fall for his BS
Jessie slammed the door in his face ~ now Woody lives in total disgrace
Buzz and Jess are dating ~ Woody's in need of rehabilitating
Why did you cheat on me?
Where did I go wrong?
Wasn't I trying to improve?
Wasn't I learning to live?
Wasn't I working to achieve my dreams?
Where was I at fault?
That you brought me to a sudden hault.
Why are you making me sad?
Enough of pain I have had.
I wanted to live my dreams,
No, not now, was your scream.
I waited, I stopped for day and nights,
Still I lost most of the battles and fights.
I cried for hours,
And waited for relief showers.
You did not pay heed,
You did not care for my need.
Why are you so cruel everytime?
I cannot disagree that you are mine.
Dear life, please help me.
Come on let's patch up,
Please help me to get up.
Freedom startles me
Since fear is encircled behind your beds of lies
Acclaimed messiah plays a game with you
Compelling you to be the pawn in your competition
Every drop of his utterances counts
As my blood bubbles
With no pale to be submerged into
Yet, I could bath with it.
No one is your saviour
They are just a pollution
Without no solution
And breaking limits
They say everything happens for a reason
Perhaps reason itself is a person.
©Dr.Millz
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