Walking off a High School wedgie,
Just digging out my underwear.
Lodged tight in the crack of doom,
These days it seems they're always there.
This daily Freshman ritual,
I try to face with chin held high.
I laugh so they don't see my pain,
But it's hard for me not to cry.
Ruffed up by every Senior,
I've got to stave off that fear look.
They take my picture on their phones,
Hope it won't be in our yearbook.
I know there's not much I can do,
It's time I should take a stand though.
But since I'm only five foot four,
Maybe I should go commando.
bilbo baggins bop
middle earth menagerie
ringmaster Galloum prowls his loss
Sharoun's fire eye tracks the prize
Crack of Doom awaits
"You got a memory for faces, sugar?" How she stares!
"I think so, yes." Her smile splits like the crack of doom.
Peroxide pales her improbable pile. That beehive hair's
like something Boris Karloff might exhume.
"That's kinda fortunate, y'see, becuz there's
no freakin' mirror in your room."
Been the piece of the stage ,
seen the life of the remainings
of the before one’s also .
Touched not any of the ups .
just watch “the tired” once .
A crack of doom and the reckoning
whereby strong and if storms ,
wish to make it shaked at least swung .
Now deaf the desire and none is a throne ,
but somehow it will ring , and you be the thrown .
Deep sees , and waves the helpless stable ,
still there and even without the fifth able .
Will not wish I ,
you weigh any heart beatings any more ,
cause the closed doors are not yours , no more .
Stinging breadth of vast expanse
with the haze on the water heavy and dense
Blue birds litter the ocean ways
with tail feathers no longer needed
Barges float a weightless wonder
under the breath of the rolling thunder
Grey steel bolts with rusted tears
staining the hull with visions
Flags rising out to declare bright hope
as the cold graves settle on a final note
The pride of the crew still mystifies monsters
which hum under depths with their vibrating sonar
allowing the shadows to block out their sunlight
and bleed oil blood crack of doom
Shoulders of mankind heavy with guilt
settled in ocean's souring silt
Egos will break into egg shells and boil
as the depths vomit out all the ocean's incursions.
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