Aunt Lulu is brilliant, a genius.
Are you daft? She is insane.
Her ideas are innovative and selfless.
Her notions are nuttier than a walnut tree.
She is an enigma, elusive and enthusiastic.
Did you get the name right?
She is certifiable, headed for a psych ward.
I have her name and her number thank you.
She is the most intelligent woman I have met.
Did you ever meet our mother? She was the bright one.
Did you ever listen to Aunt Lulu? Did you ever hear her words?
Mom said she was crazy, and that’s good enough for me.
She is insanely sane.
She is a diabolical disaster, bipolar, on lithium.
And that makes her crazy?
Mom said she was; that is good enough for me.
Now who is the crazy one? Please give her a chance.
No thanks. My mind is made up.
Some are born into a house
With no love.
Some learn quickly how to
Push when they shove.
Some are born with a
Silver spoon in hand.
Some live off the
Fat of the land.
Some are emotionally stunted,
A tormented soul.
Some can buy their way
Out of the hole.
Some are physically
Abused.
Some are permanently
Bruised.
Some survive
Sexual assault.
We all know who
Is at fault.
Some never get
A fair shake.
Some are nuttier
Then a fruitcake.
Some can process and
Move forward.
Some can stay
Forever tortured.
Some learn to deal
With the pain.
Some border on
The insane.
Some are lucky they
Grow and bloom.
Some feel the
Presence of doom.
Turbo1904?
I am juggling machetes
There are rhinos on my toes
Raccoon and opossum are on the porch
Growling.
My teeth hurt my gums.
I am wishing they were gone.
A Mack Truck has come down my driveway
Or there is thundering outside
I don’t care which.
My toilet is perpetually making dripping sounds
Is this driving me any nuttier than I have been all week?
Who is coming to save me from this warped mind?
This mind that is afraid of her own closet?
An imagination that does not dare
Look under the bed?
Where is my exotic, inspired, dangerously handsome super hero?
Why am I the one who brings the meat to the potlucks?
I am juggling machetes and there are rhinos on my toes.
Trump Should Give Us A Break
Trump should try giving us a break;
Not have to do things for his sake;
On horizon a gift,
And him must RIF;
He definitely is nuttier than a fruitcake.
Jim Horn
5/3/17
The world getting hungrier
Times getting uglier
And bloodier
Compared to animals, have people always been nuttier?
Needs growing
And greed showing
Far from easy going
Regardless of what you read and are knowing
Better keep going
Above and underneath the counter
The pursuit of power
Each and every second, minute and hour
Resources being sought out and devoured
Has it always been this way
Who is to say?
At a high frequency
Since the beginning so much secrecy
And not nearly enough decency
As the scales often tipped unevenly
Continually tilting
Near or far, above within and below any building
Who cares if it was thrilling
Too much senseless killing
It's beyond bone chilling
By: Dalton Ogletree
He was nuttier than a fruitcake,
He ate dry fruits, and candied fruits.
Some thought he was a screwball.
But from the likes of things.
He was very normal.
At least, I thought he was.
After a day on the fishing boat.
We'd finally catch a fish or two.
Nothing new, just a fish or two.
A crackpot, a crank, a nutcase, they said.
But him and his beautiful wife, they wed.
They were married, on April fools day.
The first of April, and man did it rain.
It came down.The thunder, and the lightning.
Man, it was frightening.
The thunder, and the lightning.
But the fruitcake absorbed it all.
He never gave in, and he never gave up.
Just a fruitcake.Out on the lake.
Fishing pole in hand.I thought it was grand.
Nothing like the cake.Mom gave at Christmas time.
Just a fruitcake.The fruitcake.
Fruitcake-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2004,2014..
ALL rights reserved..
I would like to ask, "just what is your problem?"
Too great a task, to narrow it down to one
Your empty mind, from where those twisted words come
Don't think before you speak, you just let them run!
You talk excrement, one more than piss
When you emit those lies, in that venomous hiss
If your targets truth, then you always miss
Your twisted mouth, is so hard to kiss.
It's hard to see, what you gain from it?
Spreading your lies and talking such ****
(so much so, you must wipe your bum.... with your tongue!!)
Sarcasm is obviously greater than your wit
You stupid careless, thoughtless twit!
Let me tell you, about the babysitters evil plan
Befriending you, while trying to steal your man
Tacey wouldn't be so mean, but i'll bet that you can!
You seem nuttier than a full fat pecan!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Your sphincter must not work anymore
So your poop now leaves, through your jaw
These tedious games are such a bore
Have a happy life, THERE is the door!!
Such a shame, you could have been so much more!!