It is true that I happened to slip
on a banana peel like a drip,
and yet I invented
the trick I presented -
the very first triple-axel flip.
Going barefoot feels fine at the time
and wearing shoes do too
but sometimes I need something light
something not quite so tight only sandals will do
going barefoot feels fine now and then
and donning boots do too
but sometimes I want something loose
something I can put to good use only sandals come through
sandals always do the trick
and of the pack I had my pick
but wish I knew what makes them tick
and get a handle on these my brand new sandals
they didn't cost a lot of money
but when I walk my feet sound funny
flip-flop flip-flop
my right goes flip my left goes flop
flip-flop flip-flop all day long until I stop
tho' they're really no good for running
I'm footloose and fancy-free
and if you hear a flip-flop coming
hey that'll be me
flip-flop flip-flop flip-flop flip-flop
a frown is a smile
with naughty corners of mouth
dragged down, to half-mast.
stop wallowing in the mire ~
flip your lips to all ends up
Flip The Bill
Waiting for the check in the mail
Flip the bill
We’re all under paid
Need a raise
Under appreciated
Work hard to earn a paycheck
Life is hard
So many obstacles
One after the other
Need to work more hours
What about food?
Knowing the rent is due
Never enough to retire
Always under fire
Just work yourself to death
I’ve had enough
Money grows on trees
Rich people are greedy
Food on the table
Make it through tomorrow
Don’t feel sorry for yourself
Get up off your lazy ass and work
if you see me sitting around
with my head tilted down
face wrinkled in a frown
hands shielding my face
just trying to figure out
if I can survive in this place
if I can finish this race
I know. I got it
change will come
and change will go
for better or worse
we won’t know
until we’ll either
suffer through hell
or find Heaven’s grace
if we’re to be celebrated
as conquering heroes
or banned in disgrace
The true story
will not be told
until those very last
words unfold
and in the end
they are rejected
or embraced
Oh the power of the narcissistic
would be king enthroned,
crowned not with wisdom,
but with arrogance,
delusion and nihilism.
The crowd waits on his every word
which has the power
to flip the world order
from boom to flop
from soar to bust
to tip the seesaw
to flip-flop panic.
Why should one person,
posting his own thoughts social
in the middle of the night
have the power to scare
the butterfly, making it
flap its wings,
triggering the accord
to tip off the cliff
Into chaos.
Escaping their bowls,
Poor fish flipping and flopping;
Dying free at last:-
Let us flip-flop injustice,
As we live lives free at last.
Plain droplets plink downward risk-free.
Rain, that bristles on panes, weighty.
Rip-roaring, soaring, not boring,
as wind assists an outpouring.
Angled and claustrophobic dance.
Can’t see the light; cars take a stance.
Sky, a blue-gray, wiper flip-flops.
Shy, the soft pelts of ho-hum drops.
A FLIP-FLOPPING DEATH
Seeking its freedom,
A fish leaps from its fishbowl;
Flip-flopping to death:-
Oh my, why am I always on the flip side?
Fleeing from hope, slipping down the slide.
In moonshine glow, seldom in sunshine bright.
Always in the consequence of negativity's plight.
My joy and laughter are often subdued.
My tears and sobs are wrongly construed.
My feelings are torn to tatters and shreds.
By doubts and uncertainty, slipped threads.
But why am I here, when the solution is free?
It's only a flip-flop coin toss away!
I just need to re-flip immediately with glee,
To get back on the hit-side where I'll stay.
Fresh football fixtures, fill our Saturdays
kids all get haircuts and new shoes for school
white summer dresses are folded away
north winds caress us as evenings turn cool
Summer's end harvest, berries and chestnuts
broken branches, the scattering of leaves
shaken dog walkers with their shell shocked mutts
low hanging sunshine, a Cox apple breeze
Weather becomes our preoccupation
ends talk of rioters, waiting for cells
and pauses all of our speculation
on flip-phone Fuhrers, in fancy hotels
Storm Lilian found, it's way down our street
the Autumn statement, arrived at our feet.
In the unfairness that ever is life, since
Cinderella will never be wife, to 'her prince'
She settles for average, ordinary shmoes
Ditch the glass slippers ~ flip-flops, gnarly toes
March should start tomorrow
But it’s leap year, so it won’t.
For anyone who wants to flip
The calendar, please don’t.
To women who are pregnant,
If your labor starts tonight,
You have ‘til midnight to give birth
Or face your child’s plight…
Since a birthday you can’t celebrate
Each year must be the worst,
Though I’m sure some celebrations
Could be switched to March the first.
The top flips easily back
flip-top access to a phlegm-filled hack
blackened teeth and rancid breath
the smoker’s path to a breathless death.
Love and Hate,
Two sides of the same coin.
Separated by a sliver of passion;
Hard to maintain.
Yet when the coin is flipped,
Guessing heads or tails -
The balancing boundaries mix,
Among joy & pain.
Often, this currency
Exchange happens quickly,
Sometimes seemingly at the
Speed of light.
Where momentum can
Carry the fuel intensely,
Burning all around or
Within sight.
This nature is
Rooted deeply, buried
Before friend or foe and
Predator or prey.
Lying somewhere between
The visceral and emotional ...
With a spring eternal,
Everyday.
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