Dip it when you have problems,
Lick fingers as if there are no burdens.
Find myself eating in plates of sorrow,
Chew flesh like there’s no tomorrow.
Fire the aches in a griller,
Roast the angers in a shriller.
Fry everything on the pan,
I’m a lone stress-eating man.
Feel heaven with this food,
Don’t even know if there is a good…
Just taste things like it’s a first.
Forget stress and just die of thirst.
Don’t even care with my weight.
Let me eat fries when it’s too late…
I just eat when it’s much!
Got these munchkins in my pouch.
Categories:
shriller, stress,
Form: Rhyme
Dear parents, don't you agree
that you all quite regularly see
Your tiny pranksters shouting loud -
Higher and shriller than they are allowed?
So here's the solution to end all your worries -
When your naughty little poppet stealthily scurries
To make blood-curdling, spine-tingling, uproarious noises,
Just scare them to silence with their headmasters' voices!
Categories:
shriller, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Your voice is a shriller since you shattered the pillar
The one that held our foundation so strong
Your words just meant nothing, you must've been bluffing
There was never a deal all along
We used to sing in harmony
A spotlight for you- and one for me
And I was promised you'd be there forever
Oh I was so dumb to believe such a bum!
I should've seen it when we were together
Yet you shook my hand and promised to stand
Next to me if something went wrong
Deal Killer, Deal Killer!
How could you shatter that pillar?
The one that held us up- so strong
-Deal Killer, Deal Killer! Your voice is now a shriller
Oh, there was never a deal all along
Categories:
shriller, lost love, voice, voice,
Form: Lyric
Whence love with unconfined Wings faith within my gates,
And my divine Peachy brings to whis at the grates whence
I lie tangled In Her hair and fettered to Her Eye, the gods that wanton In the Air
Know no such liberty. whence flowing cups run swiftly round with no allaying
A Poet our Brotherfuly mineralists art roses bound our Hearts with loyal fames;
Whence thirsty grief In wine we steep, whence healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple In the deep know no such liberty whence, like committed linnets,
I with shriller victory shall sing the sweetness, mercy, majesty, and glories of my
King; whence I shall voice aloud how good poetry, Is how great should sound,
Enlarged poetic Winds, that curl the flood know no such liberty.
Categories:
shriller, black african american,
Form: Shape