My neighbour, her name’s Emma Boyd
Is someone you’d want to avoid
I will succinctly put
She’s a pain in the butt
I’ve renamed this gal Emma Royd
FICTION POEM
03/25/21
The hater with the gun,
the loafing lover
with all my fun,
may be horrid,
too florid,
And may, like me,
merely want to be effective,
a dramatic part, affective
on and in this great staged show
we share
and sometimes care to listen
and too often speak
and shoot off too deadly much.
When we want to blow up competitively fast,
we go it alone,
as universally hungry egos.
When we want to go far
we go together,
cooperatively ego/eco-united.
When we want to go fast and far
we travel together
synergy's intentional resilience
quickly listening for cooperative warm resonance.
Active lovers
together having all our fast fun
remelting cooperative plowshares
from hot and steely guns.
I visited Doctor Longdong
Told doc something’s terribly wrong
The pain in my hip
Is giving me gyp
He said it was caused by my thong!
I admit I’ve put on some weight
Can’t resist cream cakes on my plate
My ‘EX’ boyfriend was rude …
So I’m in a bad mood
Oh stuff it ….the diet can wait!
11~08~16
your hard to please
put my mind at ease
stop the hell
you live in a shell
no doudt
you nee d to get out
you live in HUTT
and a
PAIN IN THE BUTT
whats with you
you make me blue
all the bad thing you do
you stop
or get off this block
i love you too
very much
but
your a
PAIN IN THE BUTT
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