I find that modern concentration camps
are now hygienically focused,
fully concentrated upon themselves.
There, every glass wall is a two-way mirror
for the neatly dressed minds of swamp dwellers,
thay who slave away
weaving truth and lies together.
Nevertheless, germaphobia feels dirty all the same.
The eye in the pyramid has gone blind.
Under Benjamine Franklin’s bed
the minted scrimshaw of crisp 100-dollar bills
is chewed down to a dry-mouthed pulp.
Upon the hilly fields of Gettysburg
blood has grown a greener grass,
and yet,
on moonless nights
armies still madly charge at each other.
Call back the horses!
Let the dead fight on.
if you find yourself within those wall-less places
think of the road-kills, whole families of them,
and all they have to wear now
are flea-ridden striped pajamas.
Categories:
hygienically, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The police were called in
two days after he didn't show
for dinner, and it took another
four days before they realized,
that the pile of clothes
they had all been
stepping over in the hallway
covered what was left of the
bloodless body.
It had been picked so clean
and so hygienically
that there had been
no suspicious odor.
The forensic experts
were called in and at first
it was a mystery that all thought
would take months to solve,
if ever.
Then, some canny constable
noticed the bite marks
of a three on one of the bones,
and then, after close observation,
the marks of a seven, and a one
twenty five.
The verdict was obvious!
Death by numbers. Not
the big ones,
he had always handled those.
It was the vicious little ones
that had caught him by surprise,
around the ankles,
early one morning,
in a darkened hallway,
on the way to the shower.
Case Closed!
Categories:
hygienically, allusion,
Form: Free verse
I Give You My Word on this P D
I could find myself falling in love with you easily,
and everyone knows that you're hopelessly in love with me already,
but alas, such a passionate love affair shall never be.
I will never allow myself ever to fall in love with PD.
Yes everyone, P D is a she and this sparky firecracker can't keep her hands off of me,
Not now PD. We have company. Keep it under your dress for now my little PD.
Also PD, I order you to go all day pantie free
just in case theKidster drops by for a quick one from his little PD,
and PD, there's no way to say this easy
but there's much needed room for improvement with you hygienically.
You really do smell my little PD.
Remember my last visit? Your odor knocked me unconscious immediately.
P D then had to call EMS (911) everybody.
It took a whole medical team to revive me from the odor of PD.
The only thing that smells worse than P D to me
is PD's so called poetry.
No P D & Me Ever, so sadly.
I've broken my poor little PD's fragile heart. P D wants me so badly.
Categories:
hygienically, me, love, me,
Form: Rhyme