Eff around
And find out.
Freedom don’t come easy.
The steel bar resort
Ain’t no place to be,.
But, eff if I know,
I ain’t ever been to jail.
Should have been,
But I got lucky.
Toothpaste on the walls,
To hold up the memories.
Watch how you talk,
Or it’ll be your back against the wall
And you’ll be just someone’s memory.
One hour outdoors,
Privilege ain’t easy,
It’s the first to go when you get thrown in iso.
Phone calls,
No go.
Letter are your only plug
To the outside world.
They’ll forget about you,
Might as well let go.
Nah, bro,
Family is forever,
Only friends come and go.
Just kidding,
When you’re a woman beater,
You’re left with no one
To showe for.
Rot. In. Hell. Bro.
Categories:
iso, abuse, anger, boyfriend, emotions,
Form: Free verse
These are our Iso games,
Shall we ever wear our bras again?
The girls are swinging loose and free,
An Iso form of liberty,
Can we overwalk our family dogs?
If we keep home baking, we'll look like hogs!
I ponder on cooking baked beans,
If a supermarket is what it seems,
Yes, we all work at home,
A pyjama army, never alone,
These are our Iso games,
Shall we ever wear our bras again?
The bowels have moved, all the chickens stayed,
As an old Irish Einstein would say.
Signed: The whole Corona human race,
Yes, these are our Iso games!
Categories:
iso, games, giggle, humanity,
Form: Free verse
festivities of the elevated
ocean derails into a vol-
canic eruption of iso-
teric consumption
retarding ways of rage
cools into an organic
mass of ice then me-
lts fossils of the
extinct creatures sere-
nading the warm broth
of growth
who is god
Categories:
iso, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
The cat
Sat
On the mat
A profound piece of work
By Nigel P. Fox
Pat pending
Copyright protected
Entered into the contest 2010
Sponsored by Beelzebub
Inspired by such and such
Worldwide patent
ISO 9000
Categories:
iso, business
Form: Light Verse