“My Hero”
When I close my eyes the inside of my soul cries/
All the times that people he loved signed onto lies/
About his life and how he felt about the lives and his spice/
How they would dive so low upon his demise was a crime/
They say good drive as ending hard times left liars lives in a better place/
A brow raises high as a decision larded with liars lines was direly played/
I know praise is ripe with opinion departed from factual finds frayed/
But a canoe race to a type of fabrication restarted a number of ways weighted/
Out of the know in light of the parted nutrients to slumber away dated/
Shout out to my hero bright in the heart to new truant stumblers prated
Categories:
larded, absence, best friend, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
when did the
douchebag get his own
beard?
when did the pencil-thin
maintenance of the facial
hair of a male
become something
with which
we walked with our heads
held high?---
first time i saw this
idiot stripe
wrapping round the
larded jowls of a man
was when that fat bastard from
smash mouth
came hopping around
“singing” about being a
“rock star”---
but the douchebag style has
continued &
one wonders where it came
from?
one wonders what women
actually get off when they
see a guy standing in front of
the mirror
preening himself,
snipping all the little hairs away,
buzzing & shaving,
doing his best to leave that
little line to trace whatever
he thinks is a
jawbone---
pity the fool who parades around
with a pencil-thin douchebag
beard---
pity
pity
pity
the
****.
Categories:
larded, life,
Form: Free verse