In all ten
For my life of pen:
For the prize-fighter's fists
From the eyes summoning mists.
To our own eyes move straight,
When we can no longer wait
To rid them of slumber
And add to the outside world’s number.
Often gesturing our wish
To throw together some dish
And eating it off zoom,
The hell getting out of our room!
Sometimes, combating the itch
In public An Embarrassing :
And the pin-pricking worms
Picnicking in our rectums!
In creativity, The Wisely Engaged,
When inventive mind is not hedged
To every onlooker reminding
That on one it is binding
To display his being the rod
Moses had picked from God
Fingers can Mister A land in trouble
And Mister B supply a double.
Categories:
rectums, career, creation, food, people,
Form: Rhyme
Opinions are like rectums, everyone
Has one. Sadly, blockheads have them also.
It’s what comes out: profundity or thrummed
Beliefs that make all the difference. Know
The truth and what’s not before you accept
A single one. Beware of those whose thoughts
are seeded in superstition and kept
Alive as “old wives’ tales” falsely taught
As truth; it’s damn ignorance is what it is!
So eschew these cockeyed philosophies
Beware of the false Sayers chorus
Who opine their contrived absurdities.
They may control the sought-after places
But not Truth when we get down to cases.
Categories:
rectums, confusion, truth,
Form: Sonnet
Opinions are like rectums, everyone
Has one. Sadly, *ssholes have them also.
It's what comes out: profundity or dumb
Beliefs that make all the difference. Know
The untruths involved before you accept
a single one. A traditional thought
Is founded in superstition and kept
Alive as "old wives tale" falsely taught
As truth. Irrational is what it is!
So eschew these cockeyed philosophies.
Beware of the false Sayers chorus
Who opine their contrived absurdities.
They may control the sought-after places
But not Truth when we get down to cases.
Categories:
rectums, philosophy
Form: Sonnet