I do not mean to hurt your feelings
That is, if you have any, to hurt.
If so I apologize now for any future offenses
As I will be throwing darts at your picture
As I compose this ne’er to be posted “text”
In the event it is used in a future indictment.
It seems that “words” have become the currency
Of a bankrupt language seeking a following
Thus, all “words”, grunts, moans, or gurgling
Are to be considered “protected” “speech”.
Depending on how that speech is interpreted
By the “ear bud” deafened masses.
Ditch the dictionary and thesaurus and
Purchase a new edition “imaginasaurus”
Wherein every word is defined by
what we imagine its meaning to be
and “multiple connected strings of words”
“once classified as sentences”
Will be subject to scrutiny and dissection
By an AI (Arguing Idiots) group.
If and when I meet all the parameters
Of the Asinine Algorithms of America
And filter it through the
Fatalistically Philosophical Philanderers Assn
I will slip a note under your door
Pay no attention to it
Meet me under the old Elm on Tree Street
Or the old tree on Elm street.
//this message will destruct in 3,835 galishtins//
Categories:
philanderers, fun, funny, satire, word
Form: Free verse
Everyday people live us here on earth
To join the underworld through death
Those on earth
Begin to mourn them
And in a bid to say farewell
Wish they could rest well
But is RIP Enough?
Can it give them rest at all?
Will the wicked find rest?
Will murders find rest?
Will philanderers find rest?
Will thieves find rest?
If the worse can find rest,
Then the best in the Lord shall rest.
RIP is just a word
Your deeds walks the talk
Categories:
philanderers, absence, death, earth, good
Form: Rhyme
Politicians…
Married
to the sound
of their own voice
Divorced
from those
who elected them to serve
Philanderers
of a
bigger truth
Infidels
in the end
—only to themselves
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2013
Categories:
philanderers, political, truth,
Form: Free verse
The C.I.A. guy spilled the beans,
Quite possibly, in bed.
He should have stuck to sharing secrets
With his wife instead.
Since national security
Might really be at stake,
He had to quit when they found out,
For who can trust a snake?
Advice to all philanderers:
You shouldn’t take a chance
Of blabbing news that’s classified
When you’ve removed your pants!
Categories:
philanderers, introspection, people, political,
Form: Rhyme