That's Why They
"Cheat,"
But We Can't Call It
THAT
Anymore... Call It
A Win. (Stupid.)
Wow, That Is
Sooooo Noisy.
I Can't Hear My
Self Think.
-Gray Squirrel
05-24-2026
They're as swift as a lightning bolt,
Just a stern gaze—gazelles revolt.
A fleeting shadow in the night,
All prey leap off in frantic fright.
Stalking prey is their known special skill,
A silent whisper, born to kill.
Seventy miles per hour they race,
Yet still they blaze with fiery pace.
Their claws, a nightmare to all flesh,
Though they prefer their meals served fresh.
Still, no carcass resists their bite;
Eating it raw is their birthright.
Their playtime's always full of fun,
Pleasure is theirs in the long run.
They enjoy life as sly cheaters—
The reason they are called cheetahs.
Around around around iwe igo
more fake poems fraudsters show
autistic infamy
the ability to see patterns and queues
who do you think you really fool?
other than old farmers who do not care
his chickens cluck as much as you click
ai ai woah
ai ai No!
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And I
have to say
no more Jaywalking
wheely stop it
simply obey
AI poetic cheaters are like Zionists manipulating to gain what they want.
CAMPED
I am from a corn-tree
where people are divided into three
yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation.
he alone will get us away from molestation
The youth are dying every minute
for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts.
no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT.
yet they make us think they are patriots
We deviate from norms
Just to face more harms
From the so-called leaders
Who are cheaters
You and I are in bondage
Since our voices have been held, hostage
In our fathers land
No one dares demand or stand,
against those who feed us one congo of rice
Since our emotions have been played like a dice
Alas! One day I hope we have a story to tell
To that unborn seed of how we fell.
©Fawass Olalekan Adelabu
Creatures of the night-
waiting, watching, wanting;
perceiving with perfect vision-
with or without moonbeams.
Nocturnal feasts await them.
Nature's intricate design-
to balance the food chain
with mighty creature cheaters,
built-in and very precise-
night vision goggles.
June 13, 2022
BOTOX BRIGADE
Oh so numb, I can’t stop myself drooling,
Can’t feel my brows, touch them, one is drooping,
My lips I feel are massively huge and swollen,
I should have realized that this was a bad omen.
My cheeks are sore, injected frequently,
Obsessed by the media talk increasingly,
I dare not put lipstick on, for I’ll look like a clown,
I stare at the mirror in horror, I have no frown.
For boobs I requested a size thirty six
Simply wanted to be one of the chicks,
But the surgeon had extra silicone,
Even the so famous Dolly I outshone!
A nip and a tuck were done on my tummy,
Which I inherited after becoming a mummy,
And after the final touch of a firmer bum
I looked like new, a different me I had become.
I knew I was in fact addicted,
This was to me often predicted,
Developed scars, no recognizable features,
Too late, now one of many Botox cheaters.
AFTER HAVING SEEN A DOUMENTARTY ABOUT OBSESSIVE PLASTIC SURGERY
Beauty
Of love
Can be that of the Rose,
Yet root bound labyrinth
Foot prints
Walking
Away.
Deluge
Of joy
A tearful expression,
Yet a lover’s question
When seen
Best friend
No more.
Inhales
Shadows
As moonlight penetrates,
Silhouettes together
Lost love
Warm heart
Goes cold.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Sight, feignedly fixed on chess board;
Mind, slinking toward smart phone
---the Sacrosanct Savior that just has to be enshrined in the toilette---
urging new hot tips to hop out and help out.
Each toilette patronage pays back an omnipotent panopticon
through which to pirate opponent's move patterns;
Each stool stay serves back stunners,
or even sockdologers
with which to sock it to the opposite side.
Triumph and trophy, lustrous and alluring, though,
the way to catch hold of the twins bids no thoroughfare.
Steep seems improving personal playing strength;
Cheap shot against supervisory loopholes,
a nice shortcut for patzers to spurt into pantheon.
When wanglers walk off with wins undetected,
when honest players get snookered in the dark,
snollygoster's spirit surges at the epicenter
while chess ethos withers in the wilderness.
Feigned sight fixed on board;
Stealth mind haunting smart phone's screen:
Next hot tip hopped out?
Its were love have been build and feelings are created.
Its were secrets are hidden and loneliness is the power to realize you are alone.
Its were silent is the message that tells you you need someone to talk to.
Receiving and loosing is just a matter of a love.
Receiving a clutch, loosing someone you love?
Oh no! it just go mula.
Creating stresses in a place called mind.
Your eyes is making your eyes blind.
It is so easy to die because of love now.
This is a place called heart,
A place of peace for all lovers.
But connected in place called mind,
A place of disgrace for all pretenders, haters and cheaters.
Having a talking blanket but still feel cold.
Told yourself you are in love all along you are in freezing point.
damn what a disgrace!
Going to traditional healers for magic potion to make love, coward!
Do you think you can escape with pains?
Oh please do'nt try to fool yourself.
God did not promise love without pain.
When you driving love in fast lane stay alert.
Do'nt cheat and drive please.
Heart breaking accident happens.
Arrive alive in that place called heart!
CHEATERS
~~~~~
Living life on the sly.
Cheaters, liars!
Honest folk have to suffer
cheaters who scam them.
Teachers should name them
and positively shame them.
Which might deny them
more cheating and lying,
and living a life on the sly.
An English teacher named Rosie
Thought one of her pupils was dozy
He’d cribbed off the web
From a man in Zagreb
The language he’d used was too prosy!
In false glory he’d tried to bask
So Rosie she took him to task
She said it’s not neat
if you try and cheat -
when needing some help you should ask!
NB cheaters is an anagram of teachers!
Sadly this is based (with some poetic licence about Zagreb) on a true event in the school I worked at. The english teacher was fully aware of the capabilities of the student and it was blatantly obvious the work was not his and it was merely copied and printed off the internet ... he failed to get a mark
2/2/18
We the cheaters of existence
The lovers of truth
The guardians of matter
Great cheaters
But yet we are
not by ourselves
But yet still
cheated
The fury of suspense
Neither dare mention
Once the moment presents
It's clear their intention
Day in and day out
Both trying to achieve
With the same know how
And allotted leave
Bearing obligations
That fade by day
When both imaginations
Discretely play
That fragment of time
The flock divides
The last two in line
For a thrill seeking ride
The shape of two virgins
A deceitful mirage
Sinfully splurging
An innocent massage
She pulls away
But only a little
The game, in play
Her bow, his fiddle
Her eyes of wonder
Add gas to his fire
Rainbow induced thunder
Of lustful desire
The inevitable irony
Is such a shame
Once finished, they see
They are to blame
The excitement vanished
The mystery, no more
He's no longer famished
And she, now a whore
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