Really Wicked Poems

The wicked is calling the wicked 
wicked
Oh what a wicked
The wicked is calling the wicked
Wicked
Who is really wicked?
The wicked is calling the wicked 
Wicked
Can’t you see that something is wicked?
Wicked man,
 Wicked woman, 
Wicked boy,
 Wicked girl
Wicked church
Wicked preacher
Wicked teacher
Wicked...Read More

If I were to choose
a favourite word,
I would be tempted
to pick "Masturbate",
or Ïncestuous",
something with nasty
connotations, but
instead I give you
a "Rapscallion",
seventeenth century in origin:
a rogue, a scoundrel,
and a nér-do-well,
rascal, ruffian,
miscreant, felon.
Rapscallions are
found in many books:
The "Artful Dodger",
Youth in "Oliver Twist",
"Flambeau" ("Father...Read More

I like to think myself basically honest
And lean more towards good than bad. 
I can still count the times I have totally lost the plot.
Though I don't care to say how often swearing lets me down.
I know I have work...Read More

My heart doth bleed for thy love
I giveth my all to thee
Please listen my turtle dove
I pleadeth here on one knee

With ring tucked in my breeches
Hey whats happeneth here
Hoped this rhyme doth bringeth wishes
Though thou hast  lost thy mind...Read More

I don't know if it's my navy slacks or multi-colored blue hat, but

today is one of those days that I'm feeling kind of blue. A bit 

confused about my purpose, a little off centered and unable to

focus. A million thoughts...Read More