Sheila was careful about choosing lunch for his pet. It had to be colorful
and lively. He liked chasing them around his cage a few laps and feeling their
fear, before he gulped them down in one giant gulp. She looked over the mice.
One of them was particularly pretty, a caramel color. She chose him.
she fed jake live mice
he reveled in chasing them
fear surrounded cage
Do you feel it too
You know, the graying of Halloween
For several decades it was all the rage
for Sonny-and-Cher-like adults, whatever their age
Red-light district numbers sold like hotcakes
along with ghoulish getups for opulent jakes
Something happened though, can't put my finger on it
maybe it started with Covid, like EVERYTHING else did
as the government reminds us...
Do you feel it too
Halloween's lost her old zipperoo
Maybe the air is out of the balloon
~ for a bit
If I had a sad broken heart
Not because you died dear
But that you chose another bride
Who's so limited I fear
She posseses only twenty
Percent and I eighty
Chosen in my youth gifted blessed
God prepared me for thee
Now that I'm aged unable to work
Not able to serve you
You seek a twenty percent girl
Unintelligent shrew
Wish you well in your endeavor
You're getting just desserts
Twenty percent's offerings small
So small just miniskirt
This one is based on 80/20 principle
This is not an original idea
I heard it in a sermon by T.D.Jakes
When a person marries, gets a new job,
or a new home, etc.., everything is great.
Then the new wears off and fault finding
begins..Nothing is a hundred percent
usually about twenty percent imperfections..
Thanks for the challenge:
HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Contest entry....
Poets say they know me
They say they relate
To the way my trials be
Writers let go of me
Picture a line of coke
Now blow me
Can’t afford to be
A premium member
At a distance
Stands this Virgo
Of September
Last week I got beat down
By the police
That’s alright
I got loving
From his folks, his niece
Jakes, respond to T.D.
And that white dude
On T.V.
Rich kids
Want to be me
Children it ain’t easy
I’m no longer human
Seeing what you got
I got nothing
Typing but I’m fuming
Time to commit
Working on a bank robbery
Because I’m desperate
I’m a student
I study the way
Mother was raped
With her legs spread
It shouldn’t be this hard
To try to better oneself
A message
From the bar’d
To the scar’d
I’m the last one left
Poets
They say they know me
Starving
Writers let go of me
Suffering
The champagne of poetry
Blow me
Me and the streets... what more can I say
it's a mutual love and hate.
It's a mutual love because we don't like the jakes
but it's hate because... I'm positive and he's negative
I'm a felon wit a record, but because
I know the truth now, believe and I'm fighting for it
he wants me in the air like Jordan
you see I know he's poison
and true I tasted the venom
but seeing is believing and like
he's out to get me, I got it out for him
he knows where I came from, knows where I been
and all for the love of money he's claimed the lives of many
and knowing that I used to work for him
is already saying plenty, and look at me
now all them niggas that ran wit me
is still out there so one things for sure...
spiritually we're enemies
but as far as them friends of mine
maybe they will but chances are they won't ride wit me
because... as long as the negative influence is out there
the ones who are lost will forever live in despair,
sad part about it who really cares
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