a crabby courtesan does not do well
when her meanness is seen by clientele
the one I knew named angry night crawler Nell
was so grouchy, she was a very hard sell
the Madame found her a new place to dwell
No one knows what happened to nasty old Nell
Leave me colorless
Fill me with an oversized anecdote besmeared on my thoughtlessness
I have no stories for you my second
No war crimes for you my first
No love for you my third
For after all I am colorless
I am your minds inversion of self-reflection
A backwards mirror
I am no deity
I have no explanation
I am what I am
The silent children moan as I look past their fathers lands
Their cattle cry for their calf as I raise my elusive hands
Timid Timid - no more
Timid Timid - no more
Lovely grim penance
The stars look in disgust as we ravage each other
I bury one hundred generations of 100 children and one hundred of their children
Timid Timid - no war
Timid Timid - no war
For you are the crawler
Yes you are the crawler
squirmy night crawler
how a little, dirt digging
digs the morning lawn
~
squirmy night crawler
little a dirt digging worm
burrows in morning
8/22/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Down I fall
Followed by the roof and four walls
Hushed
Humiliated
Crushed
But I still have space to crawl
Early morning, city street,
Glancing down around my feet,
There, as if upon a trail,
Sat a tiny little snail.
How he got there, I don’t know;
Snails and cities just don’t go.
Either he’ll survive or not;
I believe he has a shot,
Though New Yorkers, I’ll admit,
Don’t like creatures slow as _ _ it!
(a shorter version of a previous post
for Rhyme Battle Contest by Juli-Michelle)
Early morning, city street,
Glancing down around my feet,
There, as if upon a trail,
Sat a tiny little snail.
How he got there, I don’t know;
Snails and cities just don’t go.
Still, somehow, he made his crawl
Smack inside an urban sprawl.
Though I thought to move him to
A safer place to see him through,
I opted not to interfere
With fate, which must have brought him here.
Either he’ll survive or not;
I believe he has a shot,
Though New Yorkers, I’ll admit,
Don’t like creatures slow as _ _ it!
for Andrea's "Show Me the Funny - Part 2" Contest
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