Would we be intelligent if we didn't wear clothes,
could intelligence evolve if we were exposed,
would it be our brain or another organ that grows,
good eyesight no sense and instinctively drove
all animals are naked
why do we fake it
concentrate longer
and more is created
God gave us fur
now we wax it off
that creates pervs
but isn't skin soft
we put on our clothes as if it's our nature
evolving intelligence to be the top creature
but walk through the wild and bump into a lion,
our intelligence looks stupid, there is no denying
You can't fight, you can't climb, you can't run,
that lion will get you and yummy yum yum
but we evolved thinking and get one last thought,
"I wish I was clever enough not to get caught"
Categories:
pervs, animal, life, silly,
Form: Rhyme
i used to hike the entire trail
without seeing another soul..
but a political bug changed that
people are swarming here now
I counted fourteen cars before 8:00am today
i hardly see any wildlife anymore
the critters have retreated to the green center
far away from the unleashed people,,, and dogs
the pervs and the dealers have moved in
just the other day a watched a couple of cops questioning
a young couple-never did find out what that was all about
and just last month a crazy woman attacked somebody with a knife
signs have sprung up reminding to lock cars
this little walk of mine is no longer peaceful
you can't let your guard down for a minute
you never know what's coming from behind you
i don't listen for the songs of birds as much as I
i listen for the sound of crushed limestone
underfoot
Categories:
pervs, sad,
Form: Free verse
Catfish I love is on a plate
with tartar sauce, french fries, and slaw;
but I despise the type that trolls
online, those pervs who break the law
and tell some trusting kid, “I’m twelve,
like YOU! I live right by the park
near you. Let’s meet there by the bridge.
You’ll be back home before it’s dark.
Don’t tell your mom! If she’s like mine,
she’ll tell you NO. Let’s just sneak out.”
She says, “I’ll go slip out the back.
We’ll have a lot of fun—no doubt!”
The sicko rushed right to the bridge.
The “kid” he met was twenty-five,
an undercover cop with cuffs
and back-up. “Channel 14 LIVE”
rushed in on this newsworthy scene.
A big catfish was caught that day.
Because such wickedness abounds,
not all such stories end this way.
May 15, 2018, entered in Catie Lindsey's Catfish Poetry Contest
Categories:
pervs, evil,
Form: Rhyme
U. S.
God bless
hot mess!
Some say
pervs prey.
Men cry,
"Not I."
November 24, 2017, entered in Brian Strand's Footle Contest
Categories:
pervs, usa,
Form: Footle
Here I stand in the gift of time
The present, living in false evidence
My existence breaths between rhyme
Truth be told, facts I fold
Shame in shold' are hope's hands holder
Hideous hooligans hide heaven helps
Here I stand in time gifted
These are the last days scripted
Souls for sale, picture pervs pale
Righteous today's stale
Unfashionable statues walls
But this promotion isn't for malls
'Cause the devil's lies I comprehend
Watch presents I stand.
Categories:
pervs, community, conflict, deep, emotions,
Form: Prose