You're tired of studying the spring?
Rise above that and learn to swing.
It's oscillatory motion, you bum,
The science of the pendulum.
Categories:
oscillatory, humor, science,
Form: Epigram
I powerfully doubt,
If you wont be soon out:
At this decided pace,
The lion humble in a race;
(Unless you court a banned steroid
That the living enables to act Humanoid
For , indeed, l’ve seen you gallop
But at a speed for your sure wallop
Your morale above fifty percent,
Still a far cry from lion’s ninety nine percent!
Many things now wasting your gains,
Your naivety helping the pains.
Then, comes the bundle between your thigh:
Your ever spinning scrotum deaf to “why?”
Ceaselessly, The Oscillatory,
In smell cheap to every Olfactory:
A Never–To–Retire Sex Tool
That steadily makes you a fool,
Certain now via the lion’s Paws
To catapult you to death’s jaws…
More chances oblige you to sorrow.
Than ones of grazing tomorrow.
Categories:
oscillatory, analogy, animal, confidence, courage,
Form: Rhyme
Fragmenting the oscillatory destiny, bounding amongst damnation. Tyranny divine
halts a bullet mid shot to incite havoc throughout your skull, slowly dissolving reality.
Beneath a sensuous veil the vivisection allures a prophetic dissociation. A cryptic
dissension of virtues hidden, poisoning infecting scathing. All angles considered yet
am I trapped willingly?
Categories:
oscillatory, confusion, depression, introspection, love
Form: I do not know?