This poem is followed by. HAVE YOU MET MY ANGER.
(none fiction)
Have you met my fun side.
It like to play board games, video games,and party.
But that will not happen for awhile.
Have you met my fun side
It like to go to clubs and do daring tattoos/piercings
Well that's no gonna happen for a while.
Have you met my fun side.
It likes to go in a swing at the park,and watch every movie
ever made.
Ohhh! Yeah that to is gonna be a delay.
Have you met my fun side.
It like to play dress up if it could and do for play
ehh!!!! Get your mind out of the gutter.
Have you met my fun side.
Of course you haven't. It's to busy being serious at the
moment dealing with Malpractioners that needs to be dealt
With.
Said my eyes
Your picture has a vibe
that -
holds me,
rolls me,
rocks me,
tease me,
infatuates me,
indulges me,
hair raising and self touching .
Get your mind out of the gutter.
I am just talking about
touching my own arms, chest and yes my tummy.
I just love the tingling and trembling.
The rest can wait.
But the truth is I don't know how long
since my shameful mind lingers so much.
I am now walking, eating, sleeping, ,dreaming,
I mean everything with an image of a photograph's effect.
You are something girl.
just don't wait till I self destruct.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 7/3/2016
I'm a farmer
and i like clocks and hoes
get your mind out of the gutter
i'm not talking about those
i use my hoes to get what a need
whether it's a new car or a fancy tv
i was short on money
so i put my hoes out for rent
but then i had to stop when a
couple came back bent
stop bending my hoes i said
then he threw a rock
so i went out there and i beat him with a clock
then he asked me what time is it
then i said it's time to leave
and when he got up he got stung by a bee
and then he flipped out and ran into a tree
then i grabbed one of my hoes and said
i'm glad it ain't me.
Mounted on his noble steed,
No taller than the tallest weed.
Prepared and ready for the plunge,
Protected from any type of grunge.
Staring down a darkened cave,
Deep inside him feeling brave.
Blood flowing straight to his head,
Making it swell and turning it red.
He doesn’t know how long he’ll last,
He’s sure he’ll make it with his class.
In he dives into this hole,
Making sure he fulfills his role.
Jumping out to catch some air,
Sweat pours and dampens his hair.
In he dives yet again,
Trying to perform like other men.
The climax now just in sight,
As he spits and spews up white.
Tired and done from all the fun,
Feeling good and not outdone.
Get your mind out of the gutter,
I speak of a Halfling whose name is Cutter.
Nobile steed a riding dog,
riding through the morning fog.
Fighting goblins in a cave,
trying to prove he is brave.
Now read this poem again my friend,
And do your best to comprehend.
The truth is not what’s in your mind,
Just natural thinking of mankind.
Nathan Bane Leccese
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