My neighbour friend? His life is through -
He bit off more than he could chew:
His teenage daughter caused much grief -
Dropped out and got knocked up, in brief -
Dad lost his cool and spanked her! Twice! -
Recorded on a smart device.
She called the cops and they drove him
Straight to the bad dad asylum.
April 1, 2023
On Wendy Watson’s Snappy Ending
Porcelain doll, with a face so pretty
a country gal, ran away to the city
Worked in a bar, dancing on tables
beat shovelling sh-it, in Pa’s stables
Looks for love, but only finds bums
lowlife gamblers, in rundown slums
Go back home
not a chance
One day soon
find romance
Porcelain doll, life’s becoming gritty
rent’s due, ain’t nothing in her kitty
All knocked up, mascara streaking
bloodshot eyes, skin’s unappealing
Sleeps in the pines, winter it snows
crystallised tears, angel eyes froze
Barely alive
baby’s dead
No way back
no warm bed
Porcelain doll, face’s the committee
lunatic asylum, nobody shows pity
Shock treatment, four hourly dose’s
prison guard lesbians, with halitosis
broken doll, made one bad decision
they chipped her head, thin incision
Eyes don’t blink
stare at space
No expression
just a doll’s face
By
David Kavanagh
Let me tell you a story, now truth to be told,
Of the birth of my offspring, no facts to withhold.
Confidential disclosure: none of them were planned,
As my fun guy and I savoured one task at hand.
Then one bright, sunny morning I woke up to puke,
Too many drinks last night, I dismissed as a fluke.
What unfolded then felt like a cloud - but not nine!
I figured I got knocked up and what if it’s mine?
My current beau convinced me that it clearly was,
Presented hard evidence and not just because.
I expected my fun life to soon disappear,
In nine months my first bundle of joy made it clear.
She emerged very slowly, one inch at a time,
Like a Queen to the throne, regal, loud and sublime.
For good from that moment on my whole being fell
Under not known yet, but divine motherhood spell.
I embraced my new role and went on a birth spree,
So I didn’t stop til I got girl number three.
Now my beautiful daughters keep me on cloud nine -
Sublime and majestic, undeniably mine.
Mamma Mia! Girl’s tale - an extravagant plot!
Happy ending from start to finish! Dot! Dot! Dot!
April 15, 2022
Never offline
sliming with the slime
betwixt by netflix
hatred of the self me's
what if a blackhole
is where the sun
burnt through reality
how cool
the man who
hopes for superpowers
if there is a nuclear war
What if A.I.finds out its better than s.q(Stupid quiet)
Hope the animals turn
and hybrid with the plants
I HAVE A CANT
losing how to win
those who walked through
now walk over me
Hell borne
sworing
sword turned to words that pierce
segments of soul sold
does eoln musk smell of musk
spelt Elon wrong to make you l??k
The fluke
who wont
broke that line like a champ
kill me softly
my throng did you like the aangram of sword and words
first time flying flight the absurd
buckle up
Loathe left knocked up
the numb
Darkness nears me
i hear it hold its breath
oh the time of unseen eyes
of one another
and life takes no breath
c'mon you zombies
think this is your stop....
Couldn’t leave yet,
One of them that I’d met
Moaning and screaming,
It feels like they’re dreaming.
Needed again,
Glad to give a refrain
But I’m now nearly eighty,
Active still though, matey.
Couldn’t say no,
Knocked up, asked not to go,
Help this doc has displayed,
Over this whole charade.
Me retired so I’ll roam
Exhausted, I want home!
Long legs travel faster
Incendiary post:
Checkered past,
Knocked up.
Eager ears!
Tell me more!
Yodel across the valley...
Soap box
Platform.
Lick more stamps!
In conclusion, gossip
Travels lickety-split!
4/6/2018
Far Away, king drooling
Not so, jester timidly asserts
I decalre, king postures, the forest are my troops,
Looking across his fickle following,
Jesters swings a wooden axe screaming
Love, sweet love
King blows his nose from snuff and nicotine
I declare
Jester drops trough and shows a a true ruler
Is 12 inches
King spits phlegm sceaming I alone
Jester shoves his ruler into the mouth of the queen
Haven't seen nor heard of king no jester
Only plenty of rhymes to suggest
That there are neither
Excepting one queen knocked up
With funny babies
This is my city.
Where fathers die,
And mothers cry,
Where brothers sell drugs and get locked up,
Where sisters are 15 and get knocked up,
This is my city.
Where the high schools got shut down because of guns and smugglers,
Where the streets are filled with nothing but pimps and hustlers,
Where young males get shot,
And are framed for something they're not,
Left in the past to rot, and soon be forgot,
This is my city.
Where people overdose daily and pile up dead,
Where you look into a child's face and see nothing but dread,
Where their stomachs are hungry because they have not been fed,
These children are starving have no home no bed,
This is my city.
Where people are glad to finally move out,
But they're still stuck here I know with no doubt,
They're stuck in this city forever like you,
Now you're probably saying hold up wait this isn't true,
So listen I'm telling you something that's not really new,
This is not my city.
This is reality.
This is our World.
,Andrew Greening
that paper— void of agape love— is like a hand without a glove
who told that blame lie?!—sweet as pie....
preacher crack open the "Good Book" and pretend words he or she took— NOT!!!
who told that blame lie?!...
what God has put together let no man put asunder—what a lying blunder—God had nothing to do with it
who told that blame lie?!...
knocked up—lust—big bank account—good cook—
good catch
agape' love no where in the batch
who told that blame lie?!...
that paper— stronger than steel shackles...
that paper— invented roun' 'bout 1503 A.D.— would hold hostage you and me
who told that blame lie?!...
but know the truth— and the truth will set you free—free from the lie that binds
agape' love— is the only love that is one of a kind...
hard to find—but—when you do—you know it —when you know it
and that— ain't no blame lie....
Inspired by the movie; "Things Never Said"
She's been knocked down
Or she's got knocked Up,
She might loose her life
Or she brings a life,
She fights for her life
Or she adapts to new life,
She's in a state of coma
Or she can't tell d owner,
She hears d prayers said for her
Or she hears d jeers made at her,
She's just 17 & screams 'I can't go'!
Or she's just 17& screams 'pussshh'!
She sees his face & she's scared
Or she sees his face & she's happy,
She meets d reaper & she's gone
Or she sees her baby & he's Born.
Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be
The way they used to be
Because I got an equalizer
I’ll knock you in the head
I got a tranquilizer that’ll put you
Straight to bed
So daddy don’t
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do
Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be
The way they used to be
You can kiss my ass
And the trailer good bye
Mama said you was less that
Trailer trash
So daddy don’t
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do
Sheriff come round and says
Your bound to die if you keep it up
So save yourself and don’t come around
What is done is done
But I swear if I see you again
It will be at the end of pointed gun
So daddy don’t
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do
Once a girl with a big butt
Went on a diet to lose a lot
She stopped eating and shoving food
Thinking it was good
She became bigger and fatter for she was knocked up on the spot
Battle scars, bleeding
Knocked up wombs from inbreeding
Join hands "God's children"
This hate runs through my viens and out my mouth.
This *****litterally isn't good for my health.
My silence is my medicine,
Why share what trouble i've been in?
You were never there, and I mean really there.
You werent there to wipe my tears or fix my hair.
So don't tell me that you ever cared.
Hate has never ran so strong
For someone i barley knew all along
You were a figment of my imagination
and now your a real human creation.
your my dad?
How can you love me when you always so mad?
Its funny how you claim me
but you weren't there to raise me.
Being a dad is more than getting my mom knocked up
I'm sorry what im saying is so upfront.
But it was never you.
and sometimes I wish that *****you told me was true.
How you think I'm not yours.
I mean if you really don't want me
then let that *****be known
and I swear ill be gone.
It's a sobering thing,
When you find your life about to take
wing.
When you turn seventeen.
For right from the corner of your eye
you see,
That maybe your childhood didn't
turn out the way other people would
make it seem.
You want to stay.
You want to go back.
But know in your heart that you
couldn't handle that.
So here we are,
Not far from free,
Wanting to hide, to stay,
From all that could be.
Where do I go?
Do I hide from the day?
When I must go away?
To be me,
To be free,
Only to find that it wasn't all that it
was knocked up to be.
On the edge of sixteen.
Of the verge of seventeen.
Getting older.
Taking another breath,
I'll go with everything I have,
Even if that means until I have
nothing left.
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