Short Monstrosities Poems
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Molly had a chat with Bert,
Stating that she had an aversion to bottles that squirt,
She preferred her sauces in glass bottles,
The plastic monstrosities she'd like to throttle,
As she said this, she gave a squirt,
Squirting tomato sauce all over Bert's shirt
I’m happy in my cage
the gold it shines so bright
can’t differ or astray
from thoughts within my mind
They help me to conform
they help me to be free
until the night it comes
lights up monstrosities
Thoughts keep me from myself
they’re keeping me from you
oh where oh where am I
but hiding in the blue
You’ll see that I’m not swaying
or moving to and fro
i’m sailing far away
into the mistress’s cove
I love thee
for thine mortality
a personage ever so enticing
an imagery of passion
I love thee
that know no doubts
or any monstrosities
as thy love for thee
is breathing of each day,
firm as if the walls of China
I love thee
when thy eyes set upon his
aye from this point in time
I love htee
inasmuch as I love thyself
I love thee
heedless of any rationale
bound towards infinity
She clipped her faerie wings,
those gossamer monstrosities,
or so she was told by her "friends"
who said she never would fit in
with the everyday community.
She clipped her faerie wings
and cried because it would define her
as an ordinary creature,
no longer wondrous and magnificent
nor magical nor special.
She clipped her faerie wings
and wished she could undo it
for no amount of paring
could turn her into common folk
and something not contrary.
she looks so young and pure and kind sitting there
sharing her bright blue eyes and her lovely blonde hair
But what is she selling? They kind of give me pause.
I wonder if she will receive coal from Santa Claus.
She is surrounded by hideously ugly skulls of orange and white.
Did she make these grotesque things? They need to be out of sight.
She is lucky she has two months to redeem herself, I think.
She should hide these monstrosities or tear them up in the sink.
Mellowing muted miraculous memories,
mildly mannered, meticulously minted
manly mirrored, mostly mastered
messages, massaging misleading
Manson Mongoloid measures, minus
milktoast Mozart minuet membership
monotone manuscripts, manipulating
many manakin malignant mind melds.
Might mindful micro mineral mankindedness
marvel my molecular madness mediating
medicinal meditative metronome
mattresses manipulating magnum
malevolent maelstrom monstrosities?
Mother mayI?
All around I see the cranes
Of buildings growing taller,
Contributing to blocking out the sky,
Which seems much smaller.
They haul supplies, enabling
The placing of the beams
To disrupt the city skyline
And fulfill somebody's dreams.
The cranes are not at fault, although
They're easier to blame.
Without them our fair city
Couldn't play this modern game.
But since they're here, the buildings rise,
Monstrosities of glass,
The beauty of the views we knew
Abruptly come to pass.