Rugged.
Trash.
Harnessed spitballs.
I don’t have slime on me.
Just trampled on like a receipt for coffee.
I don’t like that clicking sound.
If you asked me to have a hallucination…
Maybe it would be the last stone in the driveway forever.
Things grow that way, inside.
I don’t have slime on me.
That was just the hope of anger of grace of unreality.
Woke up to dry air and sort of don’t have eyelids.
I don’t have slime on me.
This cave is big enough for a hundred vampire bats.
And they side eye me all night.
Jasper had broken more hearts than a hammer on speed
His conquests all thought he would return some day
Thinking that he had feelings for them, which he did not
He was a snake, a wolf, a flim-flam man, slime really.
Those of us who saw it, tried to warn those who did not.
But most were young, optimistic, hopeful, and eager to give him a chance.
Worst of all, most of them loved the idea of falling in love.
Jasper was professional at getting women to do that; he was pure slime.
Worm sliding round back of house,
Met, by chance, tiny soft mouse,
"How's all that dating stuff?
Dating the one is enough,
Worms stood the test of time,
Power to all our slime!
Worm love keeps us forever young,
Hermaphrodites have the most fun!"
Holy Slime of Spring™
Seasonal Epic -- Limited Drop
A divine ooze imbued with chaotic Easter energy.
Hand-delivered by a suspiciously muscular bunny and sealed in a glitter egg forged from cosmic sugar.
Properties:
Sparkles under moonlight
Smells faintly of jellybeans, peeps, and ambition
Doubles as a universal key for Easter Basket Portals™
Hums quietly when near chocolate
Effects (Passive):
+2 Egg Luck
+1 Bunny Evasion
+3 Glitter-Based Charisma
Immune to Monday blues for 24 hours after contact
Warning:
Do not feed after midnight.
Do not combine with cursed grass.
Do not let it judge you (it already has).
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Slime Label Edition
Jelly-glow divine,
bunny whispers through the mist--
greed’s celebration.
Jellybean Blessing
May your slime stay squishy,
your portals stay open,
and your enemies
step in glitter barefoot.
May every egg you touch
hatch delight or mild chaos,
and may you always
taste the rainbow
before it melts.
Out the window my dream go
Escaped from the clutches of self
Wandering the streets beggarly
A holigan besmeared in slime and guts
Where is my dream? Where is the world I hoped to see myself?
Why is my world gray? Of what hope is me without my dream?
So I wake by dawn.
Armed with my knife and my gun.
Out in search of my dream
In pursuit of wandering hope
I crouch
I crawl
I kneel
I bawl
I wait for time to search for me
I plead with the winds to take me to my dream
I plead to the heavens to see me
10 years old at heart, clutching at his heart.
Alone in the midst of a graduating crowd.
The Best ignored swallowed by the greedy despair
That night, at Midnight, my dream ran
Out the window. Leaped like a monkey
Wandering around the streets beggarly
Unkempt, besmeared in slime and guts
And so I search
High above and down below
For the day I reunite with my dream
But until then, I waste away.
Let me my audience a bit corrupt,
My peaceful society dare disrupt,
Protests by The Righteous erupt
From fears one might The Taught adopt!
If the itch is to bring off crime,
Then feel this other itch of Time;
I tell you vital 'timing crime'
You become slippery like slime
And doubly able to peaks climb,
Never at the mercy of clime...
Rogues who time crimes reach one's last dime,
One leaves with vexed lips of sipped lime;
A bathtub one thinks has packed grime.
Gosh! I'd been trying to Smart Crooks prime
For heists that are sure with mere mime
Of faster actions that should rhyme.
Today is the i go for a ride
Today is the way i play with slime
Today is the day i do what my heart desires
Today is the day i put out a red fire
Today is the day i learn how to rhyme
I have done that so bye bye!
A man collected a dime
To commit a crime;
The wildest cheer
After lifting his spear;
A decided thrust
On a flesh asking for eleventh-hour trust
But surely heading for the dust
Where iron and steel also rust.
Execution, now enjoying a mime,
On the victim’s nostrils a filmy slime;
Off and on receiving a ghastly tear,
Here and there an agonizing sear.
Murderer keeps looking at his time,
Job’s delayed completion his own crime.
A consequence of a misspent
youth
Is a flashback to when my
mother beckoned me to her
Calling me by my full name
Christopher not Chris
One could assume one was in
a fair bit of trouble
But on this occasion it was
not the case
What she needed was fresh
eye's to crack the case
Of the curious case of the
mysterious kitchen slime trail
leaver
Because i as the outdoor city
type knew and was up on
recognizing and identifying
my animal doo-doo po
because i am full of it
So i got straight to work armed
with my magnifying glass
And instantly identified the
guilty party
You see it could have been
a number of different species
or thing's
But i knew straight away it was
indeed a snail
And how did i know this
you ask
Simple because you can
see almost everything looking
through that magnifying
glass
So much so i could see him
lip synching the jedi mind trick
I am not the snail you are
looking for
What you want is escargot
or frog's legs
What kind of slime ball are you dating? She asked her niece.
The kind of slime ball that used to be married to you,
her niece responded in a sassy mean way.
Ending all conversation and alienating the family in one swell swoop.
How dumb are you? He asked his cousin.
His cousin knew that to respond would be silly,
So he was silent, infuriating the one who likes to argue with everybody.
Negativity breeds negativity.
The only way to get around it, is to get away from it.
Even if it means dropping your family of origin
for a new family of friends.
But certainly worth it.
She did not fully understand
Certainly not the promise-land
Charming until the big date
She wondered at her fate
Conversation was a bit blue
Her feelings were all askew
The culprit was a slime
Was he a known enzyme?
She caught herself in time
Which preserved her bliss sublime
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Slime balls
By: Tom Wright
7/26/2006
Terrorism,
Makes life, mere breath on a string,
If radical's viewed life as more,
They would not detonate themselves
To decimate the innocent;
While the echoes of each eruption
May signify days shortened,
Allah was not life’s giver,
Nor does he clip the string!
He's leading an investigation
About your manipulation
Facts going in his report
You've been busted, slowly caught
Cheating all over this town
One of these days you were bound
To make a huge bad mistake
Messing up you had to break
The heart of our police chiefs
Wife, now your in a lot of grief
He's tracking your every move
Your about to sadly lose
Your freedom, with no bail
As your sitting in his jail
Keeping you there quite a while
He is postponing your trial
As the charges against you
Pile up, you are so through
The chiefs getting much revenge
Karma is about to end
Any chance you'll ever be
A bad creep who is now free
The rest of your life you'll get
To think of how you regret
All the words you have spoken
That let fragile hearts get broken
POEMS SLIP ON SLIME
You claim you’re a poet of modern generation
Specialize in making love sonnets of your time,
Words shape the theme of deformed relation
Syllables succumb to the strike of forced rhyme.
Fragile imageries borrowed from alien nature
Sliver sentences of parody the meaning mimes,
Love in heartless sonnets can’t stand the torture
Escapes unexpressed through the holes in rhyme.
The grimy ink from your pen doesn’t stop to flow
Even if the lame poems break slipping on slime,
How to put words again in place you don’t know
For you’ve sunk in sonic cacophony you call rhyme.
The rhythmic pulsation of the poet’s warm heart
I don’t feel, your frail words fail to transmit to me,
It’s time in your inert poems you need to start
Imbibing vibrant cadence the way it should be.
April 16, 2018.
A bug trapped in amber.
Fossil flowers in a stone.
Sabre tooth caught in tar.
Iceman asleep in a glacier.
Nature doesn't care!
Nature makes no judgements,
cares not who you are,
drops you in your tracks!
If by some diabolical magic
life could be restored at
the moment it stopped,
each being would find its
new destiny in many ways.
Bug will take its next step.
Flowers complete their cycle.
Sabre tooth would stalk and
Iceman could complete his journey.
How different the creatures trapped
in media slime?
We define, limit, and pin
them in a book without room
to wiggle.
Our judgements fix their lives
far better than amber.
Can I meet a Jew without thinking Holocaust?
Can I work with a black person without thinking slavery?
Can he work with me without thinking knavery?
All those defined as the "other"
are iced and framed relentlessly
by memes, visual and aural bites.
What a world it could be if our next step
was taken with a complete tabula rosa.
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