They couldn't count on the Count to be accountable
Because the count of his debt was insurmountable
So they took the Count to court, not much the Count could do
Bet they could count on the Count, to curse the cards he drew
Flushed feelings
raise an arch
from her spine.
On raw lips
she tastes the
ache of light.
Darkness wanes,
sadness folds,
with his arms.
I don't endorse 'going with flow'
for of course you never know
if the current will funnel
you down the drain
the tubes or flume
through the tunnel
toward the spume
to where you end up
in the sewer below
so as I'm in no rush to gush
or feel completely flushed
here and now I do avow
for me the bowl on the whole
is a non-starter a definite no-go
Blue bells rang at the fields of Flanders and beyond
Orange agency denuded humanity down to the core
Purple Hearts were pinned to hearts full of murder
White phlegm oozed unnerved devilish contagion
Green bile slowly trickled away from soul’s conscience
Yellow sun vanished in a cowardly mushroom cloud
One day after the bomb a Gingko tree blossomed
At the black epicentre of fury’s mission accomplished
The pallet of destruction shadows all pigments of peace
As red poppies continue to seed on bone meal and skulls
18th January 2020
You'll never know if you'll get hit by a bus
Could happen on your happiest day, you end up as mush
There are no guarantees
You'll see next February
Just when things are rosiest, your toilet gets flushed
You never know if you're gonna get hit by a bus
Could happen on your happiest day, you end up as mush
There are no guarantees
You'll see next February
Just when things are rosie, your toilet gets flushed
She urgently needed to pooh
No paper, what should Eileen do
She took off her drawers
And used them of course
Then disposed of them down the loo
Her knickers then blocked up the drains
Some plumbers found brown stained remains
So when you're using a loo
Just flush wee, paper and pooh
It's easy, folks should use their brains
Inspired by a story on sky news
4/24/18
It’s time for my next colonoscopy
Oh, how I dread the cost to me.
Must I drink all that stuff?
Wouldn’t a pint be enough?
I fear my insides may be lost to me.
On the verge of self-destruction
All because of a self-esteem
misconstruction,I'm not fishing
for compliments I'm fishing for
love,consolation
,acknowlagement,anything
positive you have
Before time runs out and all hell
breaks lose
Started off light,light snacks and
now I'm heavy
I swallow these words and
digest them
Unlike last nights supper which
spiralled down the toilet bowl
like my common sense
And was replaced by a hunger
Not for what I'd expelled but for
the true meaning of beuaty
Don't judge me and I'll try not
to judge you but if you do
please understand
I'm not fishing for compliments
I'm fishing for love
The balance will never go down
Account holders shall only frown
Visa and Master
Card decks fill with laughter
While consumers toil as the clown
Author's note: The rates they charge and the time it takes to pay off revolving credit ensnares the naive and the desperate. It is part of a plan.
Kids to the left of me, kids to the right of me
Kids screaming loudly, kids they’re a blight to me
Give them a sweetie or some other thing
Let them outside, to cry on the wing
Just please keep them quiet, I’m trying to rest
It’s a four hour flight and I’m not at my best
Now, I’ve got an idea which seems rather bold
Shall I see if the crew have got room in the hold
Or the loo, that's a good place to send them to play
Then if luck’s on our side, they might get flushed away
.
a feverish sun
lifts the shroud of meadow mist
dawn wakes with bright eyes
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