Long Porcine Poems

I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly able, eager, and ready
to soak my ego freezing carcass in...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and...

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Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecake - oh yum!

Hard knocks Methacton school alum
ofttimes finds ruining his fate
while squarely planted on me bum
nevertheless felt rightly triangulated 
flashed mobbed by disheveled and unshaven, 
foo fighting beastie boys
whereby their...

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Equal copyrights we can both claim
renown impossible mission to envision
just the experience to become linkedin
with literary talents of another motive
couched within these lines I exclaim
no idea regarding the specifics
how to kickstart joint effort game
undoubtedly enterprising...

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The dream weaver of passion’s illusions paints magical visions
Within the soul of desires lost, the token King shifts wildly upon
The chess board of life, until he captures the Queen of hearts,
Melting her beneath his words...

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Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized within heart of darkness,
especially when electrocardiogram exhibits
absolute zero vital sign,
cardiac arrest translates
as cessation to lub dub,
hence yours truly

declared...

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Brainstorming (For Me) Generates "Writer's Block"

Lesson obstruction,
     but more so an over
     whelming flood of ideas
     makes dredging, conceiving
than giving birth
to an amenable...

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Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster...

Without making a
twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle
irrepressible bone a fide
funny reaction, or appearing
the foolish spectacle

of myself, trying to tackle
a mal hip apropos 
prism mirth wells up
inducing me to cackle,
neither...

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Pledging poetic collaboration...
(alternatively titled: putting
iambic pentameter feet put in mouth)

(Spanning across internet)
analogous to accept marital vow
(after blind date contestants
meet courtesy bachelor/bachelorette),
though each of us never met
mutual (of Omaha) accord

consonant with me... you bet
your sweet bippy...

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“FAKE” Festering Marital Spite Only Backfired...

More than a bajillion painful eons
after pledging troth
with thee missus,
whom I definitely blindly wed
comprised great ta ra ra boom
de ay ye blood red

boomerang/ domino pizza pie
effect pronouncing lead
din saucy impact...

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Never behaved in the school porcine;	
Had wise words for everyone to opine;	
Full of wise thoughts and memories refine;	
Rachana Sharma is ready without any supine.	
An eyesore progress she achieved school in 	
Even the trustees could no...

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Regrettably, Miss Greta G
must use a broom to clean her room;
she let the pigs come play, you see
for they were neat, so she assumed.
How learned she this? Not clear by whom.
I think I may have,...

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After weeks of vegetarian snacks
a part of him was still searching city dumpsters
for chewed-over Big Macs.

Then in a moment of weakness
at the County Fair
he purchased one greasy Irish pork sausage
so sweet and thick -
it was...

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Slaves bind the rind and grind the porcine mind to a fine dust, 
on the killing line, tools rust, 
their shine left behind and our curly tailed brethren ascend to a time where the weather...

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A meal worm eats me like a gourd of flesh,
     this slimy beast I dread; two weeks or more
until my heart's (that once was young and fresh) 
   ...

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Third Monday of January 
some say it’s the year’s saddest day, 
windy weather and scattered snow
could hold into February.
Yet in bleak gloom, a bright hope glows
as I butter my breakfast toast
and open up your email...

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Back TO THE BARNYARD
I slip outside, my tail a twirl
where my whiskers test the breeze.
Such disgusting cretins so uncouth
and a few that make me sneeze. (HISS)

I slink and skirt past porcine ones 
and the cows...

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Screams

Can you hear it?
Not that anybody presses so,
But still,
There they are.

Their obnoxious shouting,
With twitching countenances,
A purely inconceivable demeanor 
Consisting of nothing
But insanity,
Lust,
And overall
Ravenousness.

They used to walk,
Walk inside,
And back out again
Everso orderly.

Gloriously gallant guards
Protecting the central...

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On September the eleventh twenty-twenty one
Something really strange was going on.

On the inside lane of the M62
Was a rather unusual, wild crew.

So if you were travelling near Salford on this day,
You'll now understand why there...

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