Short Ill Mannered Poems
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Everything that you know is wrong.
These lines are non-existence.
He who be almighty is untrue,
And I am God.
If i am made in the reflection of he,
Then the beliefs we hold to are soiled.
Ill-mannered.
Form:
An ill-mannered child,
Matrix dilemma,
Bitter when swallowed,
Keeps caught spy secrets,
One for everything.
Elevates moods,
Four hours too long,
Easily hooked,
Go ask Alice.
Famous hill,
Pain crisis,
Dogs hate them,
Dissolves,
Expires
Pill
Late commers snap beaky throats,
mug with angry complaints.
A gathering
of de-frocked preachers strut
and preen, a tussled foraging,
hustle, and riot.
Up in the branches brothers caw and jeer.
Upheavals come together,
those with more pluck, snatch and pilfer.
Wanton blackouts of carrion crows
crowd my eyes
with their petty, ill-mannered crimes.
People that stare, people that glare and people that simply don't care,
Hot people, tense people and people who's life isn't fair,
People who don't want to talk, poor people and people who are lonely & sad,
Shabbily dressed, barely washed, ill mannered and some who are plainly bad,
Good people, sometimes, polite people, rarely and people in some way are glad.
My ex is like...
a troll:
a short one, ugly and hairy but muscular.
My ex is like...
an overstuffed gnome,
like a Santa’s elf with a bristling beard, but
never a smile.
My ex is like...
Jabba the Hut:
gross, ill-mannered, greedy, selfish,
gobbling up whatever suits him.
My ex is gone. And my relief is like sunshine and
an open window after a heavy rain.
That perfect web of pure deceit
Harsh words lying bold at her feet
Her eyes so cold, freezing hearts
Verbal darts fling to the street
Yet in that rash ill mannered state
Her words somehow fail to relate
Hence she picks from a la carte
That psycho somatic soul mate
In due time and some recompence
There is that change, current events
That swollen look, the baby mart
She dares not get out much since
is a form I made up. aaba ccbc ddbd
Across my room is my little trusty dog
Furs around my bed while he sleeps like a log
I see he made my shoe his own chewy toy;
Lines here and there like an ill mannered boy.
Laundry stacked on one side with socks sticking out,
Their eyes stare from the heap, haughty and proud.
Though not often I meet this hallowed mess,
Like caught in a furry induced stress-tide
I pet my furry one and bring him a treat
For he's the only one I will gladly repeat