Dysfunction Poems

Just One Thing to Leverage

She believed her Barbie's and Ken's
had shared a love far more complex
than any feelings they'd expressed --
AND dolls couldn't even self-dress!!!

She knew they were a mistake -
one she wanted them to address.
Her thoughts led to a request -
they both take a fear of change test.

Pleased to speak free, she confessed   
being a part

The Art of the DOGE DO-D-GE

DOGE DO(D)GE is a game:
Accepting praise - never blame.
It's a dodge all right!

DO(D)GE shifts Left - then Right;
Disruptive through winds of change.
It's a dodge all right!

DO(D)GE bans brains and skills;
Destroys the best in its wake.
It's a dodge all right!

DO(D)GE is a sink-hole;
A real musky, murky mire.
It's a dodge all right!

But, when DOGE expires
GOPhers will be

Progess

I
cannot
imagine
future living
without eyes tearing
while screams chest develop -
no acceptance views sooth me -
wanting release for inner peace
seems a futile painful endeavor
I hear heaven's precious angels crying -
relationships   worship   purpose tainted
truth will be lost as dysfunctions grow -
artificial intelligence
violates all hearts   minds   souls -
it is not progressive
but sick

Executive Dysfunction

Everyone in the world is eating breakfast.

Breakfast is a waste of time.

I need more time to toss and turn. 

To lie here, reluctantly. 

Maybe lying here will make me stronger. 

And more able to finish all the things I never got done. 

All those things from yesterday. 

All those plans from my whole life.

Which leads

Broken

Every time you walk into my space, 
Everything that’s real about me,
Gets erased.
Somehow, it always ends up
My mistake—
Comatose I am,
to my own fate.
I have decades, years
Not knowing how--
Can I fix this ever,
 If not now?
Every step closer, you’re closing in on me,
You say cruel things
And then say you’re “helping me”
There’s always Doubt— anxiety needs approval:
I’m

The Sacrifice

why do you hate me?

You hate me because I stand up
(instead of lie down)

I tell the truth
(instead of contorting my lips, my life, my soul
to fit into your perfectly tidy little
story) 

Your perfect plan...

Everything that doesn't stay neatly within the lines of your
beautiful lies,
gets rejected, baby.

And that's the way its always been, Right?
The Gospel according

Dining With Dysfunction

Mother asked her big brother to pass the sugar;

big brother ruined it by splashing on liquor;

father rued spilt liquor by throwing his jigger

that hit sister who lit an elbow hard slammer

straight into the hand of their rare guest and butcher;

butcher stood to secure a full-face slap on her;

slap missed, striking their napping, fat cat to

Reborn

Be reborn, departed Shakespeare
for now is truly the time to quench 
your perpetual attraction to madness.

Threatened by the cruel hounds 
of distemper and heated atmospheres,
our broken trusts and unhealthy emotions
set a luxurious bed for extravagant madness.

Be freed from truth, beloved bard 
and unbound by complex thought 
- relish in weakening America’s 
obsessional social dysfunction.

It's Not Always Easy

Sometimes I want to 
move freely in the wind 
and spread my wings 
Enjoy the feel of a 
summer breeze
resting beneath them
I often anticipate 
daylight tickling my 
funny bone until I 
crack a smile
as the sun plants soft
kisses on my skin
Maybe I should 
invite hope to take me 
for long walks in 
the park or

Happy Again

My husband left me and I’m happy he’s gone
The tale is finally over and the curtain is drawn


November 1, 2019
Pithy Pome Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy

Jail

There was love and sorrow
We shared the good and bad
Never thinking of tomorrow
We only thought of what we had
~
There was kindness and cruelty
We had the dysfunction thrown in
Not that we were really suffering
We knew the meaning of friendship
~
There was acceptance and rejection
We knew the best of both worlds
Never sure of exactly where we stood
We spent

Erectile Dysfunction

On a dark Friday night, creature crawling 
The darkness silenced, frogs in swamps shuts 
Croaking and the hissing create muted at once
To perceive the whistlers whistling in turns 
PaMushika-shika, To board home, Combies

After being dropped off by the combi Pahasha
I opted for a quick thriving by the darks, Ana
Sisi Pamumvuri. A quick one to say,

Dysfunction Junction

Politicians are just like flies
Great big mouths and bulging eyes

They talk and talk and say very little
And always refuse to meet in the middle

They walk the halls, back and forth
And get themselves all out of sorts

Over some imagined slight
Maybe some reporter will catch the fight

Then they get want they seem to want
On tv! Themselves to

Electile Dysfunction

Electile Dysfunction
By Franklin Price
11/25/2016

Electile dysfunction 
That condition comes to mind
Was not a firm election
In November we would find

Adversaries  used enhancements
As they tried to screw the Trump
He got elected anyway
Opponents took it in the rump

The people chose to be involved
The establishment went limp
Trump won a  firm election
I think I saw it on the blimp

Now

Dating Dysfunction

When dating
pay rapt attention
to your intuition

I did:

For self-preservation
in relation
to emotional creation

When he made it clear
that his ex is his BFF
I exited the scene
to be released
from negative energy

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