!51+alabaster
Bender Biscuit
Jab_rightcross
Gut Wrench-
Fleeing the hold.
ah-ooh
ah-ooh
chopin
reversed
big chopin
told me
there it is!
referre contact
stay out of the action
there the bell
the outside ref made the call!
we wanna see the other camera angle
the
Big Kualwhonah
looks to be
our winna!
Aint to many
satisfied fans here
according to these boo's
let go to the ringannoucer
for the decision
" i wish That Gal
from Kentuckey was her"
hold my saddle
trim my toenails
ye Hah! a snapping whip!
oh hardy, the soup
thick and meaty!
Dip my bread in the bowl!
Skim off the grease< I'm hungry"
"Boney better get to the table first"
"Aint no tip
cause it steaks in here !"
Categories:
skim off, music,
Form: Ballade
I wonder where this rhyme will go,
a random walk among the words.
I’d contemplate, but here’s the thing:
spontaneous is better, though.
To plan it out is for the birds;
unhitch the mind and let it sing.
I do suppose if I thought more,
it would be worth the time incurred,
and masterpieces would unfold,
but sometimes that feels like a chore,
so I just keep the yogurt stirred,
and skim off any spots of mold.
Now that’s a bit unusual;
it’s likely now you are confused,
and think I missed the mark a smidge.
No, I am not delusional;
I just lean on a deranged muse.
To write a poem, clean your fridge.
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A Sestet, with stanzas of 8a:8b:8c:8a:8b:8c
Categories:
skim off, muse, writing,
Form: Rhyme
so here's another full-bellied f**k
with his fancy camera
and fatuous smile
at having discovered another
photo-op for capturing human existence
in full multi-pixellated hd!
"Oh," he wonders in his new-found
self realization, "How industrious,
how self-striving are these pieces of Humanity.
struggling valiantly against odds
how happy they seem!"
"How Happy", indeed!
yeah, we may toil and haggle
and try to skim off a buck here and there
our lot to hang around -
denizens of this sprawling entrepot
finding much mention
and adoration
in the condescending halls
of the likes of this
posing D**kh**d!
Categories:
skim off, abuse, anger, angst, class,
Form: Free verse
Peace
“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.”
~ Attributed to Francis of Assisi
How many years
Of Sunday sermons taught me
How easily
I can get away with it all
How terribly unfortunate
Some Jew took the hit
How comfortable
My soul and how
Small
O God
Why not indulge me
Can’t I be so bloated
I’ll support the dropping of bombs
On third-world rejects
So I can afford to drive a vehicle
Big enough I can drag into it my
Weighty carcass
Can’t I be so busy so drunk so drugged
I’ll never have to know
About anything regrettable
Can’t I amass a fortune
Skim off a soup of hedge funds
Leave a world of debt
What money’s left in foreign accounts
Tax free
But hey there’s still sales tax
Isn’t there
Racial superiority
Can’t I speak in ebonics to prove
Ebony rules
Can’t I don white sheets to prove
White’s better
Can’t I evade the border patrol to prove
Medical help’s free
Who’ll they follow back
To Tijuana
To remorse
To the cross
To alt.sex.bondage
Not me
How many years
Of indifference taught me
The usefulness of
Looking aside
Giving up
Coolness
No worries
Peace
~Thanks Always Returns
Categories:
skim off, corruption, peace, relationship, religion,
Form: Verse