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Around Chi-town, there should be skull and crossbones signs.
It's one of the most violent places you'll ever come by.
But you'll not find murder statistics in any brochure.
The local politicians think covering up the truth is the cure.
Governor Jester tosses a cherry bomb into the Chi-fire.
Called "the safe t act," which entails no cash bail:
For those prone to mayhem and violence.
Ogres in all flavors will be unleashed.
On New Year's, at the stroke of midnight.
"Happy New Year, Cinderblockerella!", slurred the Jester...
There's a chance your carriage will be jacked.
It'll be a punk, not a prince, cracking your slipper of glass".
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smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos
with a lady gaga ’do, vamp gear and rockin’ diva blues…
"hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at
her latest night call, another gig for chilling a dish
at the flaming la vida loca bar: strictly for exclusive members
only, she ain’t on the list… hmmm,
sly fox down to two altoids and twenty bucks in her leased
armani tote. you guessed it right! she bats her long lashes
at the bomber’s gate; swooshes past the queue
using victoria’s secret model’s gait… what a RAAWWR!
surveying the lair, the sly destroyer skips no beat---
there’s her catch, a dumb-- looking frog, a sort of
prince dude. time for the bait, ready to down tons of martini,
tequila, whatever she won’t regret... ooh my, the vixen
slants a tyra pose caressing her mane smoothie smooth.
dumb frog approaches his " prey"--- that’s what’s lurking
on dude’s snail brain…” foxy lady, you beat the tar out of me!”.
PD coos,“ big boy, you better show me punk cuz i settle
for nothin’ less than a big score.”
flashing his platinum card on the deck, sly fox rattles off drinks
on top of the heap. whoa, a little bit of sweet talking and fast touching,
sly destroyer goes for the kill..“ an uptown throb you are,
smokin’ hon-- you care to bring your babe home in your
limo ,bimbo?” and frog croaks, “ wait babe, will bring it on!”
with another long wink, her last crime…hahaha, from PD’s
devilish voodoo blink, all she needed was a fancy hitch big time home.
sly destroyer whams it again! but wait.. frog is gone for friggin
30 minutes… turns out, the platinum card expired and stolen. drat!…
who’s the sly destroyer.. and who’s the flaky loser?
( just for fun!)
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--- CONTEST: P.D.'s " Inner Animal "
I need booze to sleep
I’m drowning deep
In misery
My heart has a serious injury
I need pills to feel
I need drugs to heal
My internal pain
I feel like I might relapse again
These pills are slowly killing me
I need to flee
Away from this toxic place
I need to be in a safe space
To make better choices
I’m sick of hearing voices
I feel like I’m going crazy
My vision is going hazy
I love getting ed up
I never want to grow up
I’m addicted to pain
My brain is
Getting harder to maintain
Addiction is a monster
That I can’t tame
I have no self control
I’m digging myself deeper
In this hole
I need to drink
To cope with my loneliness
I’m nothing more than a drunk
I’m just a stupid punk
Who let’s everyone down
I can’t live without the bottle
I live with risks
Like I’m on full throttle
Cracked pavement, spitting rain, another night in this lane
Voice in my head said "Take this gravel road, or you'll end up dead."
Dragged by your bleeding hand, a dead weight clinging to death.
Thought you were a savior, you're a parasite, wasted my time!
This is as far as you go! End of your road!
Don't want you with me, dragging your feet
Don't want you following, tasting my defeat!
I have to leave! This is as far as you go!
Whispers in the dark? Echoes leaving their mark.
Thought you were loyal, got that wrong, no one is your friend
Mistakes, the lives you ruined, adding to your body count.
I'm running away, you are collateral, I should have expected.
This is as far as you go! The end of your road!
Don't want you with me, dragging your feet
Don't want you following, tasting my defeat!
I have to leave! This is as far as you go!
You were a monster, playing a human in disguise
I knew the risks, I saw it in your eyes!
This ain't a fairytale, no happy ever after
Another broken dream, with your wasted laughter.
This is as far as you go! The end of your road!
Don't want you with me, dragging your feet
Don't want you following, tasting my defeat!
I have to leave! This is as far as you go!
Go! Go! Go! Get out of my sight!
Go! Go! Go! Vanish in the night!
This is as far as you… GO!
On a limb was this lyric etched
By leprechaun in rune & sketch.'
T'was not bawdy;But sober in tone
From this wistful soul Who lived alone
To good Saint Patrick he made a plea
From the trap of treasure deliver me,
In crock & jar I have full trove
Yet never am I to leave this grove.'
For the wicked witch left me much in gold
Upon her death, from a maudlin cold
Now I'm being held by the love of greed
And could not be pulled free; by the greatest steed.'
Yet I've read that God has made a plan
That I see regards a woman & man
But Leprechauns are a different breed
That trace descent from the shamrock seed
I'm aware your day is soon to dawn
So I plea your help on the coming morn
I need a loving sylph in green
To lead me in love, to the modern scene.'
I repent of my former punk rock days
When I followed many a fad & craze
Yet I have this idea you can make a case
With God above who is full of grace
I beseech in hope, I need more faith.'
Yet if its not to be, my will I'll brace
Let me not languish, though; so folorn...
Just an old 'punk-crocker' tired & worn.!
This summer, different from any other
I watched two girls to help out their mother
My kids, a job and a half
My family shared a good laugh
As my quiet time, they knew, would smother
As always, I refused to listen
Their clear, blue eyes would glisten
Accepting the challenge
A work load benge
Now that their gone, I find myself missing
Before long, I learned, it was me
I was right where God wanted me to be
I helped a friend
Meet her ends
Helping myself unknowingly
An angel, disguised as a ten year old
Oh at the scenarios that would unfold
A precious punk
With fiery *****
In my heart, she quickly strolled
She taught me things, my aged eyes couldn't see
Imagination, excitement, to her, came easily
With every pinch
I budged an inch
Before long, I was on a fun living spree
Sparrows enjoy a certain reputation
For intimacy and hope
Crosby Stills and Nash sang of them
In Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
As compatriots to the morning
Air
With guitar strums and high notes
Truth be told
Sparrows are bulkier than the normal song bird
And not particularly
Pretty
Brown and gray as a mound of dirt
Chirpy jerky punk band
And they have no problem with crowding out
From a bush or bird feeder
Finches and chick-a-dees
They’re kind of a bully
Push around those that are smaller
Who carry pouches of yellow and pink
And tiny symphonies
They clog up my eavestroughs with nests
Right now
I watch one sparrow land on top of another
And the tree branch bends down
Under their heft
Bounces up and down
To their sex
Again
The limb
Seemingly
Waving them off
Or so it tries
As if it’s saying
Get off me you animals.
Should I punctuate or should I not?
I mean where the hell do I put the dot?
A comma here, a comma there,
a comma bloody anywhere!
What about this; and what about that:?
and don't get me started on this little ####
Hashtag, I understand a sentence needs some punctuation otherwise it would lose all coherence it would be hard to tell where one thought started and another one ended conversation with myself is easy 'cos I know what I mean know what I mean?but...
...is it essential in a poem?
Maybe yes, maybe no.
I see it used and I see it not,
and so far this is what I got.
Poetry is people , poetry is heart,
Punctuation may be...
...just the last place to start!
He had long hair once.
She wrote alone in her knickers'
drinking German wines.
He painted dark clouds
that never rained.
Savvy punk word-painters
slam down their ill-tempers
with blunt ballpoints of anger.
Romantic poets running in circles
yapping like Yorkshire Terriers.
Overwrought poetess
banging on about 'daddy'.
Overweight myopic philosophers
creating visual masterpieces.
He draws his thoughts
with the chalky dust
of crow bones,
black birds watch
his hocus-pocus from afar.
The shyly brazen, always
sculpting heart-stomping elephants.
She is lovely seen by
the bottom of a beer glass.
Artists all,
all sketching their faces
looking for someone
to pick them up
to play along
with their solitary games
forever.
He enjoyed his drinking and wasn't much on an honest pay
And so slowly he started sinking as he went along this way
Being quick with his hands he began lifting peoples wallets
When in jail he soon lands as karma sooner or later besets
Then once he got out it was the drink he went straight for
He was fighting a real bout as he wasn't like he was before
He now slept out on the streets panhandling just to survive
Asking whoever he meets to enable him in just staying alive
And there he sat so drunk as the late autumn sun had set
Then came this punk saying "you loser that's what you get"
Jump in the river he suggested as he even offered to drive
And no one even protested not even caring if he was alive
Maybe this he should just do, in being in such a fragile state
What he said must be true there is no reason for me to wait
And so he slowly began to walk headed to the rivers edge
As to himself he did talk but he was not about to hedge
This night so drunk was he that he was barely stumbling along
When a young gentleman would see in knowing that this was wrong
He used a little of his charm and walked him toward the mission door
Putting the man under his arm he knew that there was only one cure
He was laid into a warm bed while he was just mumbling away
Not knowing what he had said in soon passing out where he lay
Yet that morning when he woke that sun shuttering in his eyes
They heard every word he had spoke and each one of his cries
Thirty years later it happened again a knock on that same door
For there have been many men and there will be so many more
Know who answered the door this time, that bum from 30 years ago
Yep he found the cure as that night it was Jesus he came to know