Ivy leaguers smell like turd bits
Near the king’s commode where he s*its
Don should flush elites
Like what he excretes
Including these ass wipes and twits:
Yale University…J.D. Vance
Yale University…Scott Bessent
Yale University…Daniel Driscoll
Harvard University…Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
Harvard University…John Phelan
Harvard University…Dean John Sauer
Princeton and Harvard…Pete Hegseth
University of Pennsylvania...Tiffany Trump
University of Pennsylvania...Donald Trump Jr.
University of Pennsylvania...Ivanka Trump
University of Pennsylvania…Elon Musk
University of Pennsylvania…D.J. Trump
University of Pennsylvania and Harvard…Mehmet Oz
Categories:
excretes, appreciation, discrimination, future, moving
Form: Limerick
Sloth hangs upside down in a tree
I look up and unfortunately
Golden pee it releases
With a week’s worth of faeces
I’ll admit I am far from happy!
A sloth only excretes once a week and can lose a third of its body weight
A little poetic licence, they actually excrete on the ground
10/21/21
Categories:
excretes, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Music is life
It's wavy Movement Excretes the beauty that gives healthy Nutrients to the soul
Which help us Grow beyond diminishing state of mind and also Reproduce minds that create more of itself to avoid Death
Music assumes the duty
Of connecting memories and state of mind
in an entertaining voltage that revives the heart
from comatose or the case maybe
When its waves hypnotize their feets and hands till it absorb their brains to move their body
while they wine and dine with their swines
they dance to the records of their mistakes
Music stone warlords
Same strings that got them to dance
gets their mind troubled
Since silence clutches amusement
when in the back of their wagon
Music waves, winds in sense from the chords of its note!
Categories:
excretes, 7th grade, angst, muse,
Form: ABC
E-ven crying is not a bad thing,
V-ery true, it excretes the stress;
E-arly morn July seventh,
L-et the tears bring wellness.
Y-our crying is not a bad thing, it clears debris from eyes;
N-either dust nor smoke stays, you'll see the lovely sunrise.
U-se the emotional tears,
M-aking toxins evaporate;
A-llow the pain to turn
Y-our tension into joy so great.
A-side from removing strain, tears lift the mood or feeling;
M-ay you produce saline fluid, crying is not a bad thing.
Categories:
excretes, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Start
POISON is anything which exceeds necessity
It can be over- eating leading to obesity
Or it can be power, wealth and hunger
Tempting one to commit a blunder
The vice of ego, greed or ambition
Triggers within self a war of attrition
The passion of love and hate
Can cause the change of fate
FEAR is non-acceptance of uncertainty
After death the soul passes on to eternity
Acceptance changes fear to adventure
Hope guides one to a new venture
ENVY is non-acceptance of good in others
Even between brothers of same mothers
Acceptance of good leads to inspiration
Working up to it excretes perspiration
ANGER is failure of mind to control our temper
It leads to fun parties becoming a damper
Control of temper redeems sense of tolerance
To deal with situations without seeking deliverance
TIME spent on worrying about ‘the way things were’
Reduces the time on good things that we share
It’s a moment stolen from our creative mind
In pursuit of our goals which are left behind!
End
Categories:
excretes, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
The modern mattress
is what makes possible
modern sleep;
soft so I
model myself in it
like I'm to become
a plaster cast.
What's wrong? she asks
there's something bothering you.
The modern mattress
can hide the mite
that eats my skin
slough, lives small
excretes itch and sneezes.
Just anomie, I answer
nearness to old age,
a reminder of waste.
I will
sheath the modern mattress
in cotton terry
with warp and weft
like the wall of China.
It will keep out
the poop of mites.
Categories:
excretes, depression, sleep,
Form: Free verse
THE BACKBITERS DIARY.
She’s a land called
Barren craft,
Variety of laugh hangs
On this verse
The vampire’s turbine
Is double of man’s
Heart,
Biting different parts
With just one mouth,
Stones at your back
As dart that excretes
Artifacts.
She gives another two clap
As the cow whose delight
Is for the calf.
The real laugh lives within
Only a tiny line stands
In between,
Never talk silence to be
Darkness,
Drill into your pride
Like super is the greater
Price.
I never respect the thunder’s
Eye
Despite His knowledge
Of wonder’s to life’s child,
I am bribed with just one
Fun night
To last twice,
Castigate her son
In epileptic day light.
I never sat to revise
These an episode I
Wish to revive,
The shy stars pity my
Crime,
As the goats gather to
Empty my shaft.
How did I make this verse?
My diary ended like sand
During the transit
To gossip in France.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
Categories:
excretes, art,
Form: Ballade
An eye set on the now
Surrounded in a forbidden, black elegance
Swiftly scanning the ground below
As reds and yellows ignite the once dark sky
And a thought takes flight
In search of opportunity
Forever; An investigation
Curiously but carefully,
Transformation takes time
But excretes a true form
Foraging a forgotten dream
Once held so close and dear to the heart,
Turned upside down
And uplifted sorrows; Alone with the sky
Feeling real matrimony
They enclosed the circle
As the sun clutched his heart
Freeing past complications
And making life seem so simple,
To just keep on living.
Categories:
excretes, devotion, friendship, hope, love
Form: Free verse
The wedding bells are ringing but there never was a groom.
A meddler softly singing in the corner of the room begins to
Rise on legs of eight I count, a spider some might say.
Proudly as if descending on a greatly sought out prey.
Halfway down the aisle, though, it torques his head improper
To see a man with dampened eyes from failed attempts to stop her.
A flower; no? Though spotted black, excretes aroma spiders lack.
But then again, what good’s a nose? For eyes point out he’s not a rose.
A swifter pace ahead provokes a glace o’er to the right,
To find a man insisting for the meddler’s sudden flight.
This shiny trinket sparkling draws the focus of the beast,
And without a hesitation, it dismisses any feast.
The man who promised not to speak begins to say a word,
But saline breath grips hold of him to make sure no one heard.
So there she lies caught in a net, consumed with sorrow and regret.
A pride too big for former hope confirms starvation on a rope.
Categories:
excretes, depression, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme
who
she has become
runs parallel
to whom
she would have been
if not for me.
I take the blows and accolades as one
knowing neither has the acid strength to etch the metal
of my skin.
I am her friend.
She knows me more than that
but titles don't exist for whatwho I am to her.
She dares at times to look me in my writhing eyes,
snakes recoil at her intense regard.
A closer dream
will sequence her in,
when she was ten
she held my hands ,
unclenching fists
of fettish and denial
a clever child,
she made a game of guessing
in which palm
the past was more insane
and which more calm,
she knows not who she really is today
the muses come and go and some do stay
but she excretes a fiery self regret
of what she did or didn't do and yet........
the tiny sapphires sifting from her soul
are worth as much as others who are whole.
Categories:
excretes, childhood, confusion, me,
Form: I do not know?