All I wanted was something to eat,
what you gave me was disrespect.
This fight in me belongs to each of you,
we all live under the American flag.
I put on the uniform I held up a rifle
to protect all of you from harm’s way.
You think that would warrant a smile.
At the very least? Simple kindness.
The country I was willing to die for,
how quick it turned it’s back on me.
Still I’d do it all over again for her,
maybe I’m a glutton for punishment.
I know love isn’t always reciprocated?
But damn, I fought for you to be free.
My brother calls me "Hammer Head"
Cause I eat Nails !
My sister calls me "Tacky"
Cause I eat Nails !
My friends call me "Spike"
Just because I eat Nails !
Everyone says I am a
"glutton for punishment"
I just can't seem to stop,
Biting on my Nails !
If you were long-winded
but no pun in ten did,
do you lack humor’s art,
or was that a long fart?
Once a pun, a thyme, a sage
got tossed for smoking in a bar;
It seems bad jokes are not in season;
close, but no cigar.
A glutton for punishment -
Never sausage a thirst!
He grinned at the butcher,
Now, give me your wurst!
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for the Pun Fun Poetry Contest
sponsored by Margarita Lillico
written 3/11/23
He felt apathy when she
wouldn't encompass him
He had predilection for affection
while she held an air
of unearthiness
thinking herself a cure
making her lack of affection
sear like rejection
Yet her pull upon him was
so great, his resistance so weak
Her beauty was boundless
She walked with the fluidity of
unflurling silk adorned in splendor
Skin smooth as polished marble
He was powerless around her
she stroked his fire when
he least expected it making his
heart swell filling the moment
A glutton for punishment?
Maybe yet he could not let go of
the wonder that she was
bits? crumbs? dregs?
smoothed-over leftovers?
No, thank you
I've had enough.
5/14/2019
Beautiful angel fallen from grace
Abandoned from the gods she trusted, who she loved
Branded as a betrayer
Her wings clipped, banished from her heaven leaving her holiness behind
Revenge coursing through her veins
Evile as her prime objective
In the clutches of Satan, chained, obeying his every order, bearing his mask
Becoming a demonic figure, a sadist, enjoying the pain of Angels
Standing against her gods with the seven daggers of sin
The more lives she claims, the more her greed festers
There is no grace, no hope, no love, and no faith within the sloth
A glutton for punishment, but she is impervious
Face her wrath, let her kill, so viewtiful as the corpses pile, eaten by the scavengers of hell
A lust for vengeance is her lover, the only thing that pleases her
Taking pride in every dastardly deed she commits, holding on to it like an unborn child
Green with envy for her former comrades, she slays them all, the last god has met their end
Holding their severed head to the dusk sky
She soaks in grace’s blood, but she is not satisfied
Lucifer will meet his end as well, by her hands
"THE TRACK ON MY TIMELINE"
I'm up, I'm up.
I yawn, I stretch,
I rub the hangover from my eyes.
a day of leisure is ahead of me.
no, it really isn't.
I've got an errand to run and it
involves my laundry.
I've dumped procrastination,
she was an unhealthy *****.
the laundromat is down on Baldwin street.
it's a dreadful place for the lower class.
hey, wait a minute!
the race track!
****!
first race is at ten.
I can still make it,
it's nine-thirty.
no, priorities, priorities.
how long can these clothes really last?
forever, until I'm stripped of them.
nine forty-five.
I'm at the betting window.
twenty win on the three horse!
I grab a beer,
I light up my cigarette,
and the gates open.
I'm a glutton for punishment,
procrastination is my lover
yet again.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-9-2016
I can't help myself
I watch them constantly
With their perfect lives
They prance around everyone
Showing off, grasping for attention
Their new noses make me laugh
The friends are a disgusting brood
I'm sick of the bags, clothes, houses
And all of their "rightful" success
Even their picture perfect family
Makes me want to vomit
Why not me?
Am I not worth ten times more
Then ten of these fake, back stabbing
Shallow, corporate climbing whores?
I can't take my eyes off them.
I am obsessed,
Glutton for punishment.
I sit watching and wallering
In a self made pity pot.
Envy has completely clouded
Everything that was once me.
I just simply want to know.
Why can I not be perfect too?
M. Lyn Church
June 31, 2013
They say time flies when you're having fun,
but time goes by slowly,
when the quiet fills the emptiness,
flashes of the past,
flashes of the future,
we take time for granted,
we waste time complaining,
we use our time for trivial things,
capturing moments are harder and harder as we grow older,
we all have our paths to create,
while still trying to intersect with others,
sometimes it's as if we can live forever,
by holding on to time in a bottle,
but we are just fooling ourselves,
trying to trick father time to give us more,
cause we are a glutton for punishment,
but truth is,
we are all afraid of our own mortality...
If you call on me
I will fall at your feet
Today I'm only thinking
of you, of us
Nothing helps me forget
Nothing takes away
the pain, it just
doesn't seem to get easier
so many questions in my mind
so many sleepless night
does he love me
does he miss me
does he think of me
does he still dream of me
is it hard for him to be friends with me
who is in his arms that isn't me
I love him
I miss him
I am always thinking of him
and I always dream of
what could have been,
what should have been
I am a glutton for punishment
by being his friend
no one has replaced him
Questions I want to ask
but I don't know if
I have the strength to know
I look inside you
I step inside then
Well, well, look what I find here
Is this place Hell
Where my steps have led me
She calls me the Devil
Well that sounds just like him
Comteplations of direct hits
Night Marches regardless
If I’m the Archer or the target
Your still a part of
The weapons aimed in my direction
Shells, Shields, Force fields
Special Forces
Black opts, Black Hawks
Solid truths in soft words
Infrared, GPS, global positional satellites
Inferred here, I’m speaking from the third person
a glutton for punishment, a fly in the ointment
there are no flies on somebody
I’m Dynamic, I’m a driving force
I’m vigorous, full of energy, poetically spoken I got a purpose
Poetic Justice
Poet Destroyer
I tell you in Latin, I’m Acinonyx jubatus
Imma Cheetah
My words travel faster than a Leopard
I ain't no follower, I ain't no lemming
A Legend lends itself to something
Legitimately speaking
“To the system, I speak into the Universe
In the light years I splash and play in”
Lust for life
Glutton for punishment
Greed for good
Sloth for time
Wrath for bullies
Envy for passion
Pride for joy
Mobilise the angels
We’ve a job to do.
Addiction
I ask myself at times
Why do I do this to myself?
Am I a glutton for punishment?
Or is it something else
I can't put my finger on it
But one thing is true
My life revolves around you
You're a drug
Or some kind of bug
That makes me sick
When I get a fix
I'm hooked I cannot lie
But I cannot sever this tie
For you my infection
No, you're my addiction
I'm too far in
To escape you're grasp
I do what ever you ask
No matter what the task
I ask my self "Why?
Because every time
I take a dose of you
It tears my heart in two
You're a drug
Or some kind of bug
That makes me sick
When I get a fix
I'm hooked I cannot lie
But I cannot sever this tie
For you my infection
No, you're my addiction
I need a cure
Rehabilitation or more
But I want to be myself again
I just want it to end
But I know everything happens for a reason
You're a drug
Or some kind of bug
That makes me sick
When I get a fix
I'm hooked I cannot lie
But I cannot sever this tie
For you my infection
No, you're my addiction
How long will this addiction last?
No one knows but me
I shape my story
Soon it will pass
Once I learn from my past
When I was seventeen, I thought I was in love,
but soon found out, he was just a thug.
Then I was twenty, and another came along,
yep, he was singing the that same old song.
Thirty rolled around, and this one was for sure,
nope, another bad helping of man manure.
I'm a glutton for punishment, everyone can see,
I'm a magnet for misery... "but why me."