Around 9 A.M. it opened
a toast and brie-encrusted laptop
to watch surfboarding ninja squirrels
on YouTube. When it laughed
the birds in its head fell silent
as if some cave-ogre had spontaneously
combusted.
Its recliner groaned like a woman in late term.
It day-dreamed,
now and then it thought of sex,
but in a nonrealistic way.
Around 6 O’clock, Its mate came home
to inquire about, ‘its day’.
“Been working on a poem,”
it said.
Categories:
nonrealistic, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes I sit back and ask myself
Why?
I ask myself Why?
As I shake my head
While viewing a world that's nearly dead
But no one else seems to care
When people gather around placin balloons and teddy bears
Another soul has been swept away
By the devil chosen one's a terrible dismay
Sometimes I sit back and with such confusion
When I see women downgradin themselves with prostitution
Sleeping around for money not promise to them
Hands on my head as I say they're broken and bent
When I see men lustin after younger girls
13 maybe under no answer to the question so I'm left here wonderin
Old enough to be their father
No one else seems to care makes me wonder why bother?
This world we live in doesn't seem to be a world
It seems to me to be a crazy nonrealistic story
Where there's no praise no hope and no glory
Sometimes I sit back and pray
Because I know that i'll change even today!!!!!!
Categories:
nonrealistic, hope, lifeworld, me,
Form: Rhyme