Short Sloppily Poems

Anomaly About A Trump Monopoly

About Trump,  I was writing an anomaly;
On everything he does have a monopoly;
With  possessed,
He is impressed;
Each result of book was done so sloppily.

Jim Horn...

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Given I've cursed myself
writing the title first,
I'll treat myself to a scribble,
poorly written, pointless lines
babbling, bubbling sloppily,
like those people I envy,
cranking it out without thought...

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There was a florist in southern McNungus
Sloppily smeared with soil humongous. 
Customers suspected something was wrong
When proof arrived indisputably strong:
His ears displayed five varieties of fungus....

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Orange streaks across the horizon
and supple reds sloppily dot
like stars in a naked sky.

Browns are all engulfing now.
A hungry wolf, 
steadily eating up the page.

Yellow splashes play second fiddle
to the darkening and
The greens melt like blocks of fresh ice
on an Indian summer’s day....

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Broken ideas recovered

My mind is shattered like glass hitting the pavement. 
The rest of my body functions properly. 
Mixed thought broken in my mind nearly wasted sloppily. 
Eventually re made, to something that works cockily.
I nearly could not recover it all, it nearly got wasted....

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