Truth, a 5 letter word
should have more emphasis
than the 4 letter words
now having gained favor
in our language – children
use them freely, example
set by parents. F this and
F that...F n good grade son,
daughter. Don’t be late
for F n school. Listen to
what the F n priest says,
He knows F n Best. God
only has 3...fearing soon
another acceptable 4th --
I know, F this preachy write,
just more of the F n worthless
Same! I can see the next
new bible translation: Paul
accidentally spilled
the sacrament wine, and
Christ was F n irate....
Two friends went on a weeklong tour
Soon on bed, one began to snore
The other sat up irate.
He began cursing his fate.
He murmured “What an awful bore!”
With his friend lying so close on bed
He thought, his sleep, he would have to shed
He wished to avert his doom
Told hotel boy- ‘get a room’
Leaving his friend, to next room he fled.
In Germany today, no one is allowed to
say a funny jibe, on poli-tic-ans..As it seems they have grown real thin skins.' The measures anti are quite
tectonic.! Perhaps even uber tutonic.? Are they in a time warp chamber? This to me is a real ( howdy stranger!) I'd thought the old cattle
Trucks were taken off their rails.? What could happen next? What might be entailed.? Even laughing gas would not
Alieviate.' The mood i am getting is above
Irate.. Once i never considered there
(could ever be.') In existence a nacisisstic z-ion-ist-tic
nazi creed.? Yet from what i see growing is there indeed a seed.? Truth be told..There is sadistic power within an occult and greed.' Wars that seem never to
Diminish? Let alone finish.! Much hate is indulged, things as they were from old; all the while blood sacrifice is in use, increases much sin with un-usual abuse.
What concerns most is will we see culmination to a ( cyclone of evil come to be.?) Bringing much
destruction, does anyone even connect with me.?)
At the beach half-clad girls pranced around.
Husbands ogled. Their irate wives frowned.
When the guys fell asleep,
they got buried neck-deep
in the sand. Wives then couldn’t be found!
the irate alarm clock loudly beeps
springing him wide awake.
funny though, as time
continues to stand still
in the nothingness of twilight.
lying supine, he looks up at the ceiling,
caged in his dark and grim thoughts.
in the hush, an ocean of anxiety churns
in the pit of his stomach,
but it's all in his head.
meanwhile, dirty laundry sprawls across his bed.
the flicker of a moribund light
has burnt out between his eyelids.
stretched shadows pretend to be demons.
the conquered spirit...
tucks in its weather-beaten wings,
numb to the cold, dreadful uncertainty
that tomorrow brings. with each breath,
it feels like a slow, mundane death
where hope is only a faint whisper.
War’s no place to date,
with Picasso flesh.
The lover’s irate
and melons’ not fresh.
War’s no place to date,
nor time, too much space;
bananas in crate;
vanish without trace.
War’s no place to date,
with splinters in creche
sans paradise mate.
Mankind’s stench, too fresh.
Why do I always feel guilty
Every time I talk about you
Got me feeling broke and quilty
Can't see, but I'm still black and blue
Everything is always my fault
Apologizing's all I know
I could've, should've stopped it all
It's all on fire 'cause I'm slow
Why do I always feel the shame
Every time I admit you're wrong
Got me wanting to take the blame
Can't see, but I've fought for so long
Micromanaging every fight
'Cause they always feel dangerous
As a kid I was up all night
In case you would endanger us
Why'd I always make excuses
Every time someone hates your acts
Got me denying what abuse is
Can't see, but I hid all the facts
I feel bad for you hurting me
Like it's my fault you got irate
When the wrong lane we'd be
Never wanted to aberrate
To delete is their aim..And all things estranged.' To beggar humanity is
Their only sanity..As they have dealt
So will they take, in the deepest pit of
Pain
Where there is no escape.' No sun
Rays, no water no oxygen; either sight there'
they
Will traverse all the past evils they put
On the peoples' these liars of despair ,
no respite and no rest God states! no
Date of release, there they will consume
And regurgitate, they will be freneticly
Irate? They will long for obliteration
Desire it as a sweet desert, but blackness
And complete horror around them will
Ever lurk, they will be tormented as they
Consider Gods plan, and the fact they
Fought against Him, to win the wages of
The damned.)
She’s desperately needing the loo
For urine or maybe a poo
But to pay a HUGE fee
Just to have a pee
Is something Michelle will not do!
She’s irate when she went to pee
They’re charging an inflated fee
One pound for a piss
This fee I'd dismiss ...
Wear Tena ladies like me!
In the early 80's,
Before the internet
And before the mass usage
Of hand held telephones;
On a clear and sunny day;
On a southwest bound freeway,
Not far from the Golden Gate Bridge,
One motorist angrily shouted to another
Motorist, "That's crazy!" The other motorist
Was quick to reply by saying, "You're right!"
Such verbal interaction occurred because
One driver became irate as he observed
Another driver reading a book while driving.
It should be noted that not all highway rages
Are created equally. Some end peacefully.
The reading motorist immediately complied
With the angry driver's suggestion and changed
His reading habits.
Whenever you want to OBLITERATE
Count to ten and try to wait
Take a deep breath
Avoid crystal meth
And soon you can open the Hormuz strait.
Whenever I hear the word obliterate
It makes me feel kind of irate
I picture a man
With little hands
Who speaks like he's in a deranged state.
It vexes me
I toss and turn
I cannot find the words to describe the beauty in sight
For I am a humble man of ink
New words have to be created to describe the fraction of the beauty that you are
But alas I do not hold such power
For I would have created a whole library
Just to describe your beauty, my love
Forgive me my love
For I cannot describe your beauty to the unfortunate who didn't see you
Else the Emperors would have cried and gave you their empires
Just for you to be at their funeral pyres
Some say Aphrodite cried the day the Titan made you
It broke her, it made her irate
She punished the Titan severe
But the Titan was rhapsodic for he knew he bested her
And so you came into this world
Amongst the quarrel of the Gods
Like a ray of light
In my empty life
Power pelf and prowess that set up realms
Stay but for a contingent while : till overwhelms
The ruling of fate in irony to mock the futility ;
Strides long, and vicious loud laughs of vanity ,
Are lost in the infinite stretch of senile haul ;
Love renown and proud success just dissolve
In the roaring ocean of dismay and chagrin- brawl;
Conquests and coersion which surfeited the ego,
At the slightest win caused the pride to overgrow ,
Are all set to be lost deep down the nadiral low
And the elixir of essential life and existence also
Is mixed up with the harmful venomous potion- flow ;
As the irate , illusive end seems to near and cover,
Things fail and the inevitable destiny closes over.
Hey can do's..' How do we do.? Just your
Ruminent here' Kangeroo... Who Watched
Old Elon gettin carried away...Who's a different type of ' colonial yet of an ilk' from
Contact culture could be hey.? He bounded around..Note that..' Yet don't make fun of me.!! LOL))) Hyped on the election win and all that American humans could be..' And right then at that very (point.?) I felt a soberness hit.' Or appear somwhere that I
Call my gut i suppose.? And mars..
I observed just what was it.? He had a glow.? And certainty
A godlike type of aura.' Whats there to hate? And i'm not irate.) Yet I glimpsed maybe ( the road to hell ) And i've been in my past another maker..? Look on this I rather not dwell.' I'm sure I felt a sadness and it? Hmm?..Well I beleive it came from God...It was a feeling of..Or? Knowing His
Shoulder turned, as a parent who felt the
Rub..? Of that child in a crowd of others whom could all do it on their own..Against
The ( maw of a yawing eternity ) a chill came into my spiritual bones.. And in the
Realisation i really
Felt alone.)
I feel like writing - the feeling is itch-like.
Perhaps something aesthetically unconvincing
to feed the algorithm or better yet, something
carefully designed to invoke irate criticism.
“You aren’t the boss of me!" I’ll be thinking.
It’s my understanding (ok, a 15 year old told me)
that younger GenZs go to dances and just stand around
because GOD FORBID someone takes a pic
of them looking stupid while dancing.
I’m genZ but I want to shake myself apart on the dance floor.
I don’t stand looks - I switch it up with..
“If you think I look stupid
- I don’t look stupid -
your FACE looks stupid. (I sneer)
I can stop dancing any time
but you’re stuck with that face.”
Of course, that's an old insult - as old as teens themselves
but sometimes you have to go with the classics.
.
.
A song for this:
Get Him Back by Fiona Apple
Cassandra by Florence + the Machine
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