Cyber poets seeking buried treasure
filled with rushed rapture A.I’s hurried;
Robotic words never ringing no soul,
outraged console steady lagging;
Pop goes the weasel suddenly alive;
Bourgeois contrive it’s meant to be;
Left a jack in the box out of control
technology stole all the word docs;
Infinite is always within arm’s reach,
victims of a breach much too often;
Criminals that dip into a writer’s mind,
the destructive kind with quite a quip;
Murderous impersonation DM’s,
virtuous victim’s dark liaison;
Laying waste to the pen’s process it falls,
there’s nothing that calls or will impress;
Desperately seeking any sparkle,
you are not mortal and you’re stealing;
Cyber poets they cannot look within,
weak source of jargon without a hook.
"play things"
pop goes the weasel
why not just jack in a box
Propping up their drooping
Posture on dizzy stools,
Parched lips overly pleased,
Pockets drained of money,
Prisoners of excess
Pander to last resort:
Phew! Pop goes the weasel.*
[*An expression describing the spending of all your money on drink
in the pub and subsequently pawning your suit to raise some more.]
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A Pleiades ‘P’ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
Placed 1st
© 11th April 2021
When you wake up everyday.
When you wake up and jump out of bed.
When the crank is turned.
"Pop Goes the Weasel" is already ringing.
Prepare yourself!
Some "Jack-in-the-Boxes" will open at random times.
Many things will bring you this day.
The greater the surprise,
the more intense the laughter (or the suffering).
The laughter of joy or the degree of mourning would vary throughout the day;
to wind up at sunset and return again tomorrow.
The happiest tune I've ever heard is “Pop Goes The Weasel”
Helps me remember me before I became evil
No excuse do I have
Could've been lotsa gas
Mucho beans as a young'un when things were primeval
When I was young
had so much fun,
blowing bazooka gum
and soap bubbles,
was fascinated by
each bubbles shape
and watched how they floated,
now that I'm older hear a lot
about the economic bubble,
and how this bubble is
growing bigger each day
and how were in big trouble,
with America being in
trillions of dollars in debt
and most families living
paycheck to paycheck,
there is no reason or rhyme but
we certainly live in uncertain times,
makes you wonder when the bubble
will finally expand to the max
and the economy will run out of gas,
and when that happens watch
out for a major upheaval,
and hence you know that
old saying when they say
"pop goes the weasel!"
Choked us up,
as love is being victimized
and burned at the stake.
Take me back to your place,
and I'll love you all night long,
and you'll feel my wrath
in the pleasure.
Let's drive in the Camaro,
with the top down,
and see the wind blowing through your
love laced hair,
and I take my eyes off the road for a second,
you panic,
you feel my kiss,
"Ah what the hell!"
Take me back to your place,
show me your vintage record player,
play me some smooth jazz,
as I strip you slowly and kiss you on your neck,
work down your shoulder
and your sweet and tight abdomen;
and bang!- love me one more time.
Don't victimize love,
don't hurt me,
prove to me that love is with you and me.
Kiss me,
and I'll kiss you back,
and I'll keep you more and more,
and stroke you over and over,
pop goes the weasel-
and love we'll make over and over.
.2.28.2014.
Snap Decision
Pre-Judge
Jump to Conclusion
Wrong Grudge
… None Are Immune…
… but Fallacy !? …
Please Don’t Presume
Just Spell: A s s u m e
… ‘Cause Pop Goes The Weasel, is a Child’s Game
And A Jack-In-The-Box…Is The Same