Three cretinous judges, have commited to
The slaughter.' Of the B C Ostriches what?
Such a crime and dis-order.' Who knows these
Sleazball black robed ghouls? Who pours
Their water, man its so un-cool who tends
Theif hair who would shake their hand? Who
Would be their neighbor? Who can approve of
Their plans.?
Categories:
cretinous, anger,
Form: Rhyme
Give me flowers while you still can,
In this fleeting world, a brief lifespan.
Don't wait till I am under the sand,
To say I was the man that always took a stand.
Let blossoms of love unfold,
In the tapestry of moments, stories untold.
I have cretinous heights to get to,
Yet I live my life impromptu.
Like petals whispering tales of grace,
Embraced by time, a fleeting embrace.
Letting fragrant verses of beauty unfurl,
In the garden of life, a precious swirl.
For time is a painter, a swift brushstroke,
Cherish the blooms before they revoke.
In the melody of now, a sweet refrain,
Everything earned, nothing given.
Give me flowers while you still can,
let their essence remain, it's a brief lifespan.
Celebrate me.
Categories:
cretinous, appreciation, celebration, emotions, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
What Does It All Mean
Written: by Tom Wright
3/24/03
If life were a game and not a journey,
would diversion toward both be same?
If at ending awaited still, death's gurney,
and cretinous rules, that made the game.
Would scrutiny reveal an abeyant tear,
because flow of game so quickly ended.
Or should concern be placed in the fear,
of second best, in hell, being suspended.
Categories:
cretinous, death, journey,
Form: Lyric
little minded people with so little in their lives
promulgating rubbish with their cretinous wives
ooo-ing over news of celebs leaving dives
ahhing over gossip from journos with knives
Categories:
cretinous, how i feel,
Form: Free verse