Halloween night had many monsters walking in sight
Some super heroes, and a clumsy sword-wielding knight
there goes a ghoul who is dressed in pink rather than white
I am walking past a vampire with a huge overbite
None of these creatures are causing me a bit of fright
my fear is at bay, trick-or-treating is my main plight
Here comes my nemesis dressed in a faerie dress too tight
Gloating a bit that it makes her choices look less than bright
I almost knew that cowboy, but does he really have that height?
Maybe he is wearing lifts in his boots, his limp is quite slight
Allowing Frankenstein to pass, I move a bit to the right
There is an orange suited man trying to insurrection incite
I steer around him, there are more important things to smite
A large Hershey bar calls to me and I take a big bite
Here comes a familiar ballerina, my neighbor, always uptight
Who let you out on fright night? She says; she can be a blight.
Could not help it as they yelp it..
What happens.. to all those vlogs & blogs
Twits gambits titbits.. s**t squits just flogs
Winces... pretend princes kisses.. not frogs
No jogs linen togs greedy seedy needy hogs
Tramping and stamping in glamping clogs
Annoying and as cloying as Yanks egg nogs
Just one of mean Dubai AI lie machine cogs
Gloating just floating logs in boating bogs
Raves as Knaves or Slaves sent to the dogs
Toying & deploying tanks on the gollywogs
Agog synagogues trogs slogs..Persian sprogs..
Fall in love, jumping in Autumn.
Splash of hues, refusing wither.
Leaping off, cushioning bottom.
Littering leaves in a dither.
Splash of hues, refusing wither.
Monotone rainbows in clothing.
Litter of leaves in a dither.
Burnt orange, maple reds, gloating.
Monotone rainbows in clothing.
Shaken off, adding to pile of
Burnt orange, maple reds gloating.
Looking on - mother-trees proud of.
Shaken off, adding to pile of.
Growing up, moments of winging.
Looking on - mother-trees proud of
Sailing sons, daughters caught springing.
Growing up, moments of winging.
Leaping off, cushioning bottom.
Sailing sons, daughters caught springing.
Fall in love jumping in Autumn.
They made a horror flick
He was weak or he was sick
They chose him as the star
He can run, but won't get far
They created a wall compartment
Inside his small apartment
They installed cameras there
Reality show, unwanted, but they didn't care.
(bridge)
He felt ill, he began to ail
No idea of the hand pushing down the scale
Romance and work dove down the drain
They laughed and gloated at his pain.
(Chorus)
It’s a horror flick, but the plot is real,
They aren't like us in the way they feel.
He’s the star they chose, but the plot is sick,
Living and dying in their horror flick.
He heard them speak, felt nerve gas in his room
His apartment was a secret tomb.
He knew too much, but the cops would not believe
And he could not save others, for them we grieve.
So, learn the lesson be an owl:
Around us ghouls are on the prowl
They pass as normal, but empathy lacks
And in normal life, there are hidden attacks.
It could happen to you too
Bewildered by all the bad things that accrue
A life derailed, no suspicion why
When the only exit seems the choice to die.
I’m tired of the newspaper,
Defeated and ashamed,
For story after story features
He-who-can’t-be-named.
But even worse, the toadies
Who bow down and kiss his toes
Are gloating with their power
Which nobody will oppose.
We’re headed for disaster
Yet it’s difficult to care
Because the news assures us
That, already, we are there.
Our nation once was mighty,
Opportunity did shine,
But that’s the case no longer
Since nobody has a spine.
The great white is hiding low in the bowels of the ocean
Gloating at his ability to smell blood for a mile
Not wanting to brag, but loving his keen nose
Giving him a preview of what he might be eating
queen of hearts gloating
lover’s queue stretched two blocks
heartbreak boulevard
You killed me to don’t love me
My life was disheveled, broken, unloved, forgotten, and cleared
because the love was spiced and smelled of the smell of corpses.
This fragrance is my atmosphere from your memory, the hoped lady
We met on a modern train, and our love, life, and children go far away
You didn’t give light, I couldn’t it, the dark. Loved far in your heart, graveyard
Dear… our stream train is corpses, mass graves. I loved you your sad train
Why didn’t this train transform into a white wedding car?
Because you are envious, you are gloating, and love my suffering
But do not get your hopes up, our wedding waiting for us in Hell
I am dead
Someone
Waiting for you
In the Hell
just solved another murder
and put a gold star on my chart
it sits next to my wet-dog-smell-recliner
this is where Beau and I watch crime shows
Solving murders one at a time
gloating when we are right
ignoring my near misses
I have spent years here, waiting for my honorary detective badge.
Where to now, uncharted waters,
Two men vying, two men scheming,
Biden gloating, Trump now reeling,
Storm clouds gathering, eyes aloft.
So much anger, consternation,
A million words spewed every day,
Talking heads intent to sway,
Incessant noise drowning our senses.
Gone all reason, truth abated,
Daggers drawn, no time to ponder,
Where is grace, we're left to wonder,
Faint the beacon that shone so bright,
No aim but personal agendas,
Winning the game, no regard to cost,
So much broken, so much lost,
Legacies destroyed, a worthy prize?
Is there hope, slithers of light,
Where discourse and civility prevail,
Or just a forlorn dream, to no avail,
With troughs too deep, waves too rough.
Yet storms pass, the sun burns through,
Foreboding clouds soon dissipate,
Destructive winds gradually abate,
The dawn of hope a promise fresh.
America was born of freedom,
A welcome port, a haven sure,
Ideals the core, intentions pure,
Democracy the linchpin, autocracy despised.
So with heavy heart we bear,
This foisted moment of division,
Holding steadfast for our vision
Of one country united in a dream.
Killer whales in the flood
That fills the room, vacuum parts and mattress floating
Above mud;
I bluff them back;
No shame in mud now, I’m noting
Drawbacks,
It seems,
Having gloating
Dreams.
Killer whales in the flood—
No shame in dirt now—I’m noting
Dreams.
There are 2 of us on the boat, trying our best to catch a big rainbow trout,
We tried so many flies but none seemed to work, throwing our plans into doubt.
There are wet flies and dry ones, but which one will work best,
So we keep on perservering put each fly to the test.
I tried a dry fly one that was gently floating,
When a trout suddenly grabbed it, a beautiful fish, I looked at my mate but I admit I just couldn't help gloating!
Can you believe it, indicted again,
By a bunch of pure zealots, callous grey men,
Political hacks given the task,
To take down the Don and in the limelight then bask.
Find any cause, invent a good ruse,
Just make it stick, all tricks good to use.
But boxes of stuff, how low can they get,
Papers with socks stacked in the shower, some wet,
All safely collected in my place at the beach,
Easy to find, easy to reach.
Just mere mementos of my time as the Boss,
Not something I’d part with or wantonly toss.
Now they accuse me under some act,
With great media fanfare like milk to a cat,
Gloating, backslapping each other in turn,
Pouring on fuel, hoping I burn.
Little sick people don't they recall
They tried this before and I embarrassed them all.
To be top of news is clearly my ace,
Providing the fame and my favorite space,
For me to then weave my own brand of spin
And just like last time, that got me straight in.
But if this turn they're sure I've been finally licked,
They won't even feel how hard they've been kicked.
It wasn't like a dream
It was rather a scream
There wasn't any peaceful floating
Or victorious taunt and gloating
It was frightening and scary and red all over
Damocles dangling as the scythes hover
Everyone bawling their eyes out and
Watching me splattering on the sand
It was all gore and fury and blood and puke
It was crucifixion it was poor Luke
It was the ER with it's mangled victims
Of crashes and accidents and machine rhythms
IT WAS DEATH but it wasn't to me
As i cast aside my broken body
The only thing that wafted through me
Was the crazy fact that I was free
To watch them suffer for all eternity
Weeping when they knew I had leprosy
And would have died in coma and morose
Without hands, fingers or toes
Numbers are given out randomly at the DMV.
No problem if you ask my roo Wallabee and me.
Wallabee gets his license renewed right away.
I sit and wait through noon ‘til the very next day.
Guess they liked you better than me I say to him.
He laughs and points to our other pal Old Jim.
They are prejudiced against women he says to me.
So what else is new? I ask my gloating pal Wallabee.
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