Your in a dark and scary place
It's written all over your face
And the words that you have spoken
You've been badly hurt and broken
By someone you thought would never
Destroy and severely sever
Your world with the loudest shatter
Like it didn't even matter
Seeing the tears from your eyes
Each one making your heart die
Sinking right into the core
Of pain it's never felt before
A new feeling that will stay
Leaving others held at bay
Who want to show you there is
True and better love than his
A new romance that will send
Energy to you again
Jolting your dead heart to beat
With a lover who won't treat
You the same as that dirt bag
But your holding up a flag
Of surrender--you are done
Too scared to meet anyone
That might put you through a rough
Life again--it's just too tough
Marion Ramsey, best known for her role
As Hooks in Police Academy, with a sugar sweet soul.
But her cute little voice would grow loud and rough,
"Don't move, dirt bag!" To those who felt tough.
Written 7th January 2022
For the Celebrity Epitaph Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
babies
aborted babies
couldn't breathe either
writhing about in saline seas
but not a peep from anybody
no riots-no burning cities
no angry mobs stomping (P.A.) avenue
dead babies never make for good news
no viewers-no ad revenue
dicing babies
harvesting body parts for profit
is dirty business
even for dirt bag clinics and politicians
millions of dead babies without graves
never given a name
not a peep from the drones or their royalty
peep-less in the chop city of Sea(battle)
peep-less in the big rotten apple
peep-less in Cali(horn)ia
no civil rights
for babies
millions of babies
saline babies
I can't breathe
babies
I vibrate on a higher frequency, I try to hold myself to a higher decency, sometimes it's hard not to go into creep mode, but I try my best and stick to the G code
I ask myself what would I want my son to do in situations I face, but the trick is not to ever have my son in the situations I face, daddy was a anomaly I might have used up all his luck, so I have to be the advice in his head if ever he feels stuck, I have to be there to pull him out like a personal tow truck
Looking in the mirror & seeing your real reflection for the first time can be epic, but if you are living like a dirt bag you may feel septic, what I see when I look is a misguided King but a King nonetheless, I'll get the kingdom back in order no question because I'm blessed
When the war within is fought & won, I won't need confirmation I know I AM the chosen one, enemies will be welcomed with a open arm, my chakras are aligned you can bring me no harm, you may not be able to see it now but we are the same God, when we get together & form Voltron we'll have a unstoppable squad
the same scumminess
his person, poems, and mind
Dirt bag scum
When I got a job, the boss didn't tell me what he would pay.
The low life piece of scum only gave me three dollars a day.
That scum sucking dirt bag actually thought that I would love it.
Just like the song says, I told him to take that job and shove it.
I couldn't even buy a meal for three bucks.
He got mad when I told him that he sucks.
That S.O.B. black listed me so that I couldn't get another job.
When that jerk looked in his safe, he saw that he'd been robbed.
What he did made me madder than Hell and he soon got the picture.
I may be unemployed but at least I'm twenty-five thousand dollars richer.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Your in a dark and scary place
It's written all over your face
And the words that you have spoken
You've been badly hurt and broken
By someone you thought would never
Destroy and severely sever
Your world with the loudest shatter
Like it didn't even matter
Seeing the tears from your eyes
Each one making your heart die
Sinking right into the core
Of pain it's never felt before
A new feeling that will stay
Leaving others held at bay
Who want to show you there is
True and better love than his
A new romance that will send
Energy to you again
Jolting your dead heart to beat
With a lover who won't treat
You the same as that dirt bag
But your holding up a flag
Of surrender--you are done
Too scared to meet anyone
That might put you through a rough
Life again--it's just too tough
Cryptic slow points, and fake kisses in poetic phrases
kind of like gun points in your faces, in centimental form,
making you feel torn, between guilt trips, bar dips, pipe sips
180 degree mind flips. Don't know where you're from sun of a gun,
draining all the fun. Questioning who your real friends are
as they pouring out their little hearts with dizzying mind spells,
compelling tall tells, you dirt bag "peace" of ...
mind split, don't know where you're going
don't even know exactly what it is you're knowing.
draining the stars that chase the sun
and you're watching them die out
one by one.
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