Short Top Drawer Poems
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One day I cleaned a
bulging and over stuffed top drawer
found three keys hidden
in a yellowed envelope
marked in red ink skeletons
My image will be added to Mount Rushmore
Could be animated of me chuckling forevermore
In the history books, I'd be
One who wrote about pee
Not very dignified but a poet top drawer
My image to be added to Mount Rushmore
Could be animated of me chuckling forevermore
In the history books, I'd be
One who wrote about pee
Not very dignified but a famous poet top drawer
Sure like my image to be added to Mount Rushmore
It could be animated by me chuckling evermore
In the history books, I'd be
One who wrote about pee
Not very dignified but a poet top drawer
Sure like my image to be added to Mount Rushmore
It could be animated with me chuckling evermore
In the history books I'd be
One who wrote about pee
Not very dignified but a poet top drawer
Sure like my image to be added to Mount Rushmore
It could be animated with me chuckling forevermore
In the history books I'd be
One who wrote about pee
Not very dignified but a poet top drawer
© Jack Ellison 2015
The sage confronted the goofballs, three -
"How dare you donkeys challenge me?
My credentials are unquestioned, twits.
So, scatter forth, boneheads, nitwits."
"Your qualifications are indeed top drawer.
We numskulls are looking for number four."
A grand tiger I am. My stripes are superb.
You need to leave me alone. I’m quick to perturb.
I’m king of the wild. A carnivore beast.
God’s molded me and made me top drawer at least.
A bragger, a boaster, now who would not be?
I’m all that and pure yellow, with stripes you can see.
The Last Flight Out
Written: by Miracle Man
September 2, 2021
Aircraft disappeared into the Kabul sky,
minutes later Taliban flooded the street.
They painted themselves to be the good guy,
firing into the air celebrating our retreat.
This last flight ended the U.S.A.’s longest war,
now anguish exists for those left behind.
But our way of exit was not top drawer,
left to die were some who were with us aligned.
Her wrists bleeding, screaming for help.
Her eyes filling with tears. she keeps whispering "I'm so sorry"
Even though nobody care.
She goes for the bottle by her bed.
But sadly it's empty.
She lies in the floor with a broken heart.
She's tired of this life.
She just wants to die.
She rushes to the dresser.
She opens the top drawer and pulls out a gun.
She puts it to her temple.
She whispers goodbye and pulls the trigger.
She's gone forever.
As her blood spills over the ground.
"You say you want a revolution" screamed the four,
John, Paul, George and Ringo beat down the door.
Melody and harmony and Brit sex appeal gone anti-war
Nine times round the turn table with Yoko, hardcore.
Fab stereo artists with composite collages for musical scores,
they kicked, whined, smoked and dined in venues top-drawer.
Number 9 was the cut most radical by lore
chaos, poetry, and prose composed with sound effects galore,
a sandwiched montage of "what are you looking for?"