Jump suit in public
Such clothes, a woman's secret,
Dream, zest disappear.
Categories:
jump suit, body, character, fashion, women,
Form: Senryu
Oh, so macho, breathtaking,he!
Unlike an innocent orange on a tree.
He looked perfect in his mugshot and orange suit.
“And chose plagiarized poems to post, to boot?*
The crusader rabbits here are still licking the felon's boot.
Then howl, when into a mall he deadly shoots?
No, no ,absolutely jail fo him though.
Liberal DA’s will surely, let him go.
For Americans are bad and evil, don’t you see?
Our rights went ,poof, into the air with glee.
Laws and the Constitiom all are fully gone.
As phony Fact Checkers care not for law, or freedom’s song.
And mainstream media covers crime with a cotton candy blanket.
All headed for closed banks and a great welfare-banquet!
Americans rights to free speech being taken away.
Thanks, Elon Musk, for giving all, the right to have our say!
Mugshot Mikes, so many of them repeat offenders in big cities.
We even had one here, a few years ago, what a pity!
5/11/2023
THIS A TRUE STORY. HE WAS A PLAGIARIST HERE. HE JUST COPIED SONNETS FROM OTHER SITES. LATER, I FOUND HIS PHOTO ONLINE IN A JUMP SUIT, IT TOOK A TEAM OF uS TO PROVE tO ADMIN.HE WAS CHEATING
ADMIn CALLED ME THAT CHEISTMAS EVE.
PAnGIE
Categories:
jump suit, america, character, poets,
Form: Couplet
August 1977 and the King is gone
Forty years later the legend lives on
He was the worst Elvis tribute act
There had ever ever been;
So bad he was almost good
And just had to be seen.
They came from miles away
Just to see him perform.
Not your usual Elvis, no,
Nowhere near the norm.
In spite of the jump suit
And top range black wig
Nothing could disguise
A complexion like a fig.
And when it came to height
He couldn’t be called tall.
In fact to tell the truth
He was under 5ft feet tall.
In truth I suppose he could
Just have got away with that
If only he hadn’t been
So obscenely fat;
But up there on the stage
He gave it all his heart
Threw himself fully
Into his performing art.
He couldn’t dance
He couldn’t sing
But mixed jeers and cheer
Made those halls ring.
He gave his all
Every time he sang;
He was Eddie the Eagle
Of the tribute gang.
He’s out there somewhere.
Still on the club scene.
The worst Elvis tribute act
This world has ever seen.
Thank s to CD’s we can hear the real thing
Viva Las Vegas and Long Live the King
Categories:
jump suit, appreciation, celebrity, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Used to be an individual
now I'm just a complex number
stripped away from my own individuality
made me uncomfortably wake from my
slumber.
Used to be a boy wonder.
I was living the life.
Didn't think I'd get sucked under,
didn't think I'd end up wanting to kill myself
with a hunting knife.
My wrongful deeds have made me feel as if I'm living in a
dreadful still life picture,
wishing someone would look at me
and reconsider and view me as a normal fixture.
Categories:
jump suit, anger, angst, change, character,
Form: Rhyme
She lives in a single dimensional world
But watches 3D in the theater
She decides that she will protect herself
The next time he tries to beat her
He feels inadequate in the outside world
Emasculated by the masses
So to help him feel more like a man
He beats her every time she passes
Her mother had left them long ago
His wife had had enough
Physically and mentally abusing his child
Makes him feel real tough
He didn't like the way she dressed that night
And was going to hit her with his belt
The handgun she had hid in her purse
Would change the hand that she was dealt
The orange jump suit that she now wears
And will for twenty years
Is worth the price that she has to pay
For putting an end to the monster she fears
Categories:
jump suit, fear, time,
Form: Rhyme