Short Lubricated Poems
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They say my dad’s humor is dry,
but after some pints by and by,
he gets lubricated
and jokes unabated
says things make you wish you could die!
Does it seem strange?
Men will sell their souls,
for votes.
Twisting their beliefs
into a rumpled heap.
Lubricated lies,
when they are greased,
slither and slide,
like a snake.
Longevity
Living a
Libertine
Lifestyle is usually a
Liability when it comes to achieving
Longevity. However, one might be
Lucky to
Live
Long enough if they take a
Laxative occasionally to keep their systems
Lubricated and rid themselves of their toxic
Licentiousness.
Some biologist or perhaps romantic engineer
may have found it in the insert, turn, genetic
Click and lock of our male and female union
The shining, lubricated slide of parts
offered up, plunged and seated does
Seduce - but more in them than us
For in these angels' perfect fit
and finish true
Marriage
exists.
Jelly incorporates my inner self
Lips concealed with the petroleum
The lid covers my insecure body
Where it’s clear to see me used
Stamped to show the year I would die
If allowed to exist, I might not be as strong
Along the time beyond
And seeing through me
Isn’t as easy as it once was
I carry secrets within my belly
Of jelly once lubricated on her lips
Russell Sivey
In these hard times, it's been a struggle to cope
Like I'm going down a never-ending slope
What shall I do? Must I sit here and mope
I feel like I'm trapped in a giant kaleidoscope
My mind is trippin’ like I took some dope
Most bizarre is, I'm tippin on a tightrope
That has been lubricated with liquid soap
I saw a green man that wanted to elope
I came to my senses and just said nope
Now I'm trying with all I am; to cling to hope
My passions murmured in her screams
Haunting the oceans of my dreams
Fishing with strawberries and cream
Aquatic fantasies swiftly releasing steam
As she glides netted in my sinews
Lubricated, she flings her exotic, oiled fins
I dive eyes blazing, guiding me to her lips
I hold my breath into the depths of her hips
Synchronising, losing all fear of drowning
Dying abreast, I owe her this yawning
She whispers to resurface and feel the sun
I take a deep gasp, back breaking dawn