I knew a prankster, a mean-hearted bloke
Who liked to play wicked practical jokes
He'd empty your locker
And wouldn't restock her
Then try to sell you an expensive cloak
There was a man, in the twilight of his life. A misfit in modern society, of fast paced takers. He was given the gift of giving, of the apostles of old. Not just words he spoke, but part of his gold. After giving, and not receiving equal in kind, he had trouble reconciling his nature, in his own mind. He questioned his gift given at birth, and wondered if he should be like the others. But then how could he connect and meet his true brothers. Those who could see within, not just the color and shape of his skin. Or be tolerant of his manner not so social, just because he couldn’t feel the golden rule, in this society he viewed now as a deepening cesspool. If he denies his identity, he will become conflicted and truely lost. No longer connected to his spirit within, or his own boss.
Poem Prankster and Punster
Idiot blasphemous educated, ignorant and fool
Garbage, trash bloody virus and stool
What they are teaching and what are we learning?
Are we humans and how can we sell our manners for earning?
Evil is laughing at us and playing his flute
Where is the Law and why the Law is mute?
Prankster impulsive and brazenly,
put his foot out tripping too hastily,
Arnie in pursuit,
fool messing his suit,
last words heard; "hasta la vista baby!"
My boyfriend, Frank,
likes to prank me.
I drank flat beer.
Now it's my turn.
I did learn fast
to burn his steak.
Frank is to blame
for the lame pranks.
The game goes on.
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February 16, 2016
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Jailed at home by a white, frozen world
Adorned by one unmindful Jack Frost.
Ceramic ice was recklessly hurled,
Kicking bitter, beast-winter across
Fields, woods, yards and modern built cities.
Rejoicing nature rules us as boss,
Offering risky snow trussed pretty.
Some people claim this day is a loss,
Taken by a prankster, Mister Frost.
Mother Nature’s laughing
‘Cause she’s spoiled many plans;
Her range of ruination
Landing everywhere she scans.
She’s gleefully wreaked havoc
On the roads, the rails, the air,
Provoking inconvenience
Like she’s taking on a dare.
Neither hurricane nor twister,
Just enough of sleet and snow
To stop everyone from getting
To the places they must go.
Now there’ll be a little respite,
Then another storm-filled prank.
When the next one hits on Sunday,
We’ll know whom we have to thank!
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