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Bianca’s waffling on
This verse, at the very least
I expect will be forgone
If you make it to these final lines
What dedication you’ve applied!
You, my friend, are a real one
Thanks for joining me for the ride
Burning the midnight oil while writing
this poem one line at a time
looking for reason searching for meaning
making words scan and having them rhyme
consider the hands of a clock
as around the dial they rotate
some arrive early
(tick-tock tick-tock)
others come in late
one is fast the other slow
round and round and round they go
observe this strange conundrum
it's a paradox in every paradigm
tho' traveling at two different speeds
they keep the self-same time
whereas a broken watch
(strange to say),
in its oxymoronic way
tho' its tempo is a no-go
is correct twice each day
and
as it's of the essence whenever I see fit
I simply turn back time
3... 2... 1... emit
Trust God's medical plan,
Happy hearts joyfully scan!
Some have said Jan has dung for brains
How rude are those who place disdains
on her poems in the soup
Their words are full of poop
Jan sits upon her throne and reigns
From porcelain commode she rules
Toilet paper and pen, her tools
She takes a morning dump
from a crack in her rump
One day she found dark colored stools
Her doctor arranged for a scan
So, off to the UK, flew Jan
From her brain to her feet
First an enema... Fleet
That kept Jan sitting on the can
Days later, she read the results
With mirth and laughter, Jan exults
She'd eaten licorice
Rumors were gibberish
Fools, were those rumoring insults
Jan's brain scan proved that she's alright
If her poems offend the 'uptight'
She just couldn't care less
If it brings them distress
Because she doesn't give a s.h.i.t.e
Decide firmly, do not just gamble
You lose, in case you badly fumble
Take an action after deep musing
No chance, you must be losing
Take into account every possibility
And wisely analyze every difficulty
In case you very wrongly calculate
Your success, you easily terminate
Foolishly proceeding without a thought
May make your marks a very big naught
On the other hand, if you deeply scan
Everything will occur as per your plan
By deploying your valuable for vision
If is taken by your every decision
Your success is absolutely assured
From worry-fever, you are cured
Success in life is definitely vital
For your achievement to be total
Take into account each wise point
Let your mind nothing disappoint!
Had a brain scan, exposing my panties of lace
Told the doc he was looking in the wrong place
Contrary to popular belief
It's under my hair just beneath
After hours and hours he found just a trace
Machines are humming. The rooms are stark.
Whitest of the whites with a touch of slab.
I am talking about the slab they use
When they insert you into the CAT machine.
Have you ever had a pelvic CAT scan?
I do not think so. So I say No.
I have been okay all day. Looking forward to relief.
Then they mention this includes an I.V.
I do not like I.V.’s. Sometimes I get poked five times.
In each hand and each arm before someone real takes over.
They should call it “practicing IV” not “I.V.”
Melissa gets an I.V. in the first time. Thank you God for listening.
I should have remembered that when dye is involved
You are not drinking it.
Right?
I feel silly but glad I did not worry all day about it.
I barely felt the poke.
Blasted machine noise is driving me crazy.
Wonder if they could quiet my dog ears too
As long as I am here.
Pete paced the floor
are you sure - scan
shows four ... Pete faints!
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The catfish lurks from a place unknown
Behind the shadows of a phantom drone
In your safari, In your chrome....
RUN SECURITY SCAN
It hides behind a deceitful mask
No honesty- if you ask
If you see it-you may gasp
RUN RUN SECURITY SCAN
Virus's and cookies too
Often working to get you
Don't be scared just get a clue...
UPDATE NOW !
So you wonder what it is?
Nervously begin to twitch
Be careful what you wish...
CATFISH! CATFISH!!
Had a brain scan, exposing my panties of lace
Told the doc he was looking in the wrong place
Contrary to popular belief
It's under my hair just beneath
After hours, he finally found just a trace
Brain Scan
Diseased dined flu, thoughts rest rain in me,
every storm conceivable my forecasted mentality.
Never quiet, sins confusion wicked wits in use,
short fuse still burning, hot, tempered, amuse.
Brass plaqued new found theory of awarded frustration,
me the unsolved mystery, brilliance guiding madness to temptation.
Complete control over incom[plete thoughts that run astray,
ego-statistically humbled but it's impossible that, I, only think this way...
They are in bottles.
Affection and attention
are the preservatives.
When the bottles open,
they suddenly overflow
like the salted soda.
When I scan their world
in Time’s womb………
finger tips toppling
the governments,
peace burning
under the bombers,
smiles dying
on the lips,
morality walking
with Alzheimer’s,
robots reaping
on the terrace,
cars flying
in the air,
tourists charting
to the Mars,
nostrils opening
before the screen,
wounds widening
on the Earth’s scalp,
seasons disobeying
the calendar,
sea swallowing
the island kids……
Children, I see
strange embryos growing.
Overcome with fear when I saw the aperture
It was a Philips a well known brand that is good
Right in front it said it is a laser_now insecure
Does that mean it cuts with that bright light on its hood
No it was fear of those chemicals that set mood
.
Philips
Laser Aperture
Hold Your Breath
Don't Breathe
Scary Space Craft
Abduction..beep, beep
You can breath now
Sigh of Relief
if this what i am...
could you scan the bar code please?
trying to understand
lift my hair, feel my sweat
simply here just touch my neck
red gaze lightly sears my skin, but hurt is not at all what's felt
overpowering mental emotion, physical pain is just a notion
invalid
invalid
invalid
moment of misleading runs to hope
hope sleeps on top of wait
wait turns empty under faith
invalid
invalid
invalid
could you scan the bar code please?
as I tremble on my knees
pulsing heartbeats shift my mind
done you over least twelve times
is the price a bit to high?
or disgusting am i, like the things on sale
disregarded, spoiled, keep me in storage
if this what i am...to everyone's knowledge
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