Please something give me meaning
In this cruelly repetitive modern life
I function but don’t feel alive
I read dull emails
I have dull conversations
With dull people
Yet I feel most alive when
Riding my bicycle along the bike path
Interrupting fairy-wrens
Like an obnoxious tourist
Disturbing their natural lives
I think they’re bidding me good morning
Perhaps they’re telling me to piss off!
Papa bear, no longer there?
Who are you? This can't be true.
Gone are you smiles, our distance is miles
Poor Vinnie wants peace, but you dance to the beast
Greed is you shame, wish we did not share a name
The dad I once loved, to be held to be hugged
Your motives are clear, but grandads still here
Much to your angst, oh just piss off to France!
Leave him to me, we'll be fine him and me
Long live the king, I won't let you win
Go off on your jaunt, but know this will haunt...
Lost your only flesh, now as for the rest
Don't know how you sleep at night, what you've done isn't right
But God is swift these days, you'll get karma for your ways
Julie too, crocodile tears are moot
You can both whistle, she's prickly as a thistle
Me and mine are just fine, going alone in our prime
There once was a boy called Ronald Riddle
Now there was a kid who could really piddle
He weed here and he weed there
That kid Riddle piddled everywhere.
People once thought that there’d been rain
Truth was Ronald was at it again
Eventually the townsfolk just got madder
At the kid with the enormous bladder.
With pitchforks and clubs they chased him away
And the story is told to this very day
Now you may laugh and you may scoff
But this is how we got the term “piss off.”
Written By: D. Collins 1/12/26
Global PTSD is a man made creation.
Limiting the places we once took vacations.
We shouldn't visit Cancun or European cities.
Something bad could happen to our families.
There's a change in the air and not for the best.
There is a serious risk travelling outside the U.S.
This was accomplished within the course of a year.
An American passport is not welcomed anywhere.
It's impossible to tell who just might have a beef.
Since we've managed to piss off about every country.
My advice would be to stick close to home.
To avoid the negative underlying tones.
ALLERGIES
I’m tired of these rains of salty tears
Caused by allergens in my atmosphere.
Since allergies last the entire year,
Why they’re called “seasonal” isn’t clear.
The stinging spores are always near,
Welling and swelling and telling,
I fear, of my constant felling
From constant tears.
I can’t get my eye makeup to take,
Shake, bake, or stay
Because it bleeds and flakes
Due to the water my eyes always make.
So thanks for nothing, Allergies!
?How you piss off a priss like me!
You take great liberties but show no civility,
Increasing and releasing
Dark shadows doing battle
In all places and spaces on my face;?
Usually lovely but “seasonably” ugly
From the super-puffy, very stuffy
Watery, red, and watershed
Eyes I temporarily despise
Because of these constant cries
I can’t defy, deny, or hide,
No matter how hard I try.
I’m stuck with the leaks, peeps,
So if you care about skin, nails, and hair,
Beauty tips, bowed lips, and my clever quips,
Please say a prayer my face is spared,
Not too wizened and pared
Into a beady raisin
By these godforsaken
Allergies which constantly
And relentlessly torment me!
Oh, Father Dear!
When my children were small, I played with them, I was
a good father carried them on my shoulders, but when
they became teenagers and truculent I lost all interest in
their silly arguments paid for their education and went
abroad to live in our second home in Spain.
My children never write or ring, their mother, who didn’t
come to live with me, says it is because I had forsaken
them. I paid for their university and used my influence to get
their well-paid jobs, yet they feel I should have done more
I think they should be ashamed of themselves.
It was me and my actions that made them independent
beings who can look after themselves; and I know after
I`m gone they will understand, I’m not the cuddling type,
but I made them whole; and yes, I think of them often,
love them very much, but will not seek their approval.
And if anyone of them read this and think the old man
has gone soft and sent me letters of love I will, without
a second thought, tell them to piss off, my money will go
to my second family in Spain, I have young children here
and I carry them on my shoulders every day.
E Do not hold your breath.
P take the horse out of the rain...
E Do not look a gift horse in the mouth.
P To the given horse do not look out the teeth...
E Piss off
P inflate the scrotum volume...
E Eating crow
P Swallowing the batrachy...
E Throw everything up in the air !
P Pour water on the floor by kicking the bucket...
E Cock-and-bull- story !
P Flaccid colloquy to nurse cattle !
Os E english, P english of expression equivalent in Brazil
Work done with text of Paulo Miranda, translated and adapted by Alkas Poetry
When do we knock off?
Home offices, not for toffs,
I stagger to the desktop,
Yikes, another job!
Guess it won't take me long,
Piss off my phone, should be my song,
We can afford gas for cars vehicular,
But not allowed anywhere particular,
So, we work in the home office,
Jobs designed for masochists!
Today I cooked some steaks,
I do believe steak is great,
I don't care what vegans say,
Maybe they should all piss off today!
Just kidding, believe what you like, I say,
I am cooking great steaks today!
No need to fuss, hold the bus,
Signed, one of the 'carnivores are us'!
Ripping words from discarded text
Grasping at letters as leaves
riddled with inherent fails fall from my hands
sick of me me memes
only as good as the words you use
sorry if i confuse
vicious in the deeds never done
lines are never under the bridge
water cringes
at our infantile opinions
Living the life
without wanting to exist
Imagine all the people
are dead
Leave john scratching his head
Sweetly sick
I raise a finger
Curse myself
Score a line through
1] Piss off God
Give myself a tick
Made myself a bucket list
simply says get a bucket
Kicking thoughts to dust
never found my trust
love replaces lust
And must is always must
I used to have a friend named Poncho.
We would walk to school every day.
There was a vending machine that sold pop tarts 2 to a pack.
We always split one after school.
In the winter, we’d throw snowballs at the people we knew.
In the summer, we’d walk in the grass beside the path,
And piss off the dogs with stories and ideas
But then we went to different high schools,
And I only saw him in the mornings while he waited for his bus.
Then he dropped out, and I barely saw him at all.
I know he has a car
I know hes working somewhere
But Im states away
And I will be for a while.
I think its likely that Ill never see him again.
Why, are you walking alone, madam,
Although you are such sexy chick?
But, Eve replied:-please, piss off, Adam,
With all your tasteless stupid jinks!
These fleas...
Scratch, Scratch
Baby fleas,
About to hatch.
Big fleas,
I can scratch them with ease-
But little fleas
GEEZ......
All I can do is...
Scratch, Scratch.
Fleas FLEAS,
Go away,
Running over my back,
All night and day.
Infesting my hair,
I'm just glad I don't wear underwear !
Scratch SCRATCH
You rotten fleas,
Piss off, Please PLEASE
What's this? Where are you taking me?
WATER!!! Not again
Oh, But that smelly shampoo-
Will make me a man.
Towel me off,
That's the way
No more fleas for today.
Being 59
How are you going to tell her?
Fired again by a 30 something?
Don’t you know your profession?
How can you forget a whole profession?
No, you didn’t forget it.
It’s the way you do it.
You piss off the young
You are old…vulnerable to the virus of disdain.
Here she comes,
Avoid her and don’t make her cook
Eat cheese and crackers and Cheerios for dinner.
Is that saving money or self-flagellation?
Who cares, it’s healthy.
Your life is going nowhere,
Go have a beer on the porch.
See the blurry stars through the screen.
How do you connect those?
Is that the screen or the natural dimming of older eyeballs?
Beer thoughts incoming/--/connecting to the other screen:
Can’t do the technology,
Like the others,
Know the steps,
Or become,
Sequentially dumb.
And think. Too many unanswered questions.
You can do this some other way,
What other way?
Remember the Russian woman who broke up with you in your twenties?
Who said, “There’s a lid for every pot.”
“Was she talking about a job?”
I think She meant someone will love you, or someone will take you in.
Who cares, it’s healthy.
Eat the meal, go to bed.
Look into my eyes and you will see my pain. For you its always sunny for me its always raining. I gave you my all and you pushed me away. I can do better I'm a soldier anyways. You will not break me I will not run I stood right behind a rifle looking down a Burrell of a gun.I have those thought I see those faces I cant escape even if I try to hind in new place. so I face my problems I take my meds.I will be gods child iuntil I am dead. piss off with your pitty I don't want it I want to be alone, A man that is hunted. Hunted by the pass the things that I done the thought of that I was not there for my son.I I had risked my life for yours would you do the same I bet not because you couldn't handle this pain
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