Trash talk transformed into love bombs.
You’ve got a nickname, it’s Sly boots.
Knowing what’s real instantly calms,
trash talk transformed into love bombs.
I’m not flexible like those palms.
Bending to you, I lost my roots.
Trash talk transformed into love bombs.
You’ve got a nickname, it’s Sly boots.
Paranoia, a sly stealthy disease
Fells men as tall and as massive as trees
Tiny fears in their minds
Unravel, leave behind
The rattle of what was once a fresh breeze
Sylvester Stewart
for funky music had a heart
his music craft he did hone
and became known as Sly Stone
"Cheating and trapping others are malicious. One must never try to cheat, if he/she wishes not to be cheated" ~ By Poet
At the GATE of a viscous net,
The sly spider waited alert.
A fly flitting closer on SHADOW wings,
Was caught in the dewy JEWEL studded strings.
When about to be wound round in ductile rings,
The fly with a cursing MUTTER made a fling,
And flew to freedom on filmy wings!
Under the beat
between the notes
inside the groove
— FUNK
(Tower Theater: May, 1974)
When she sings,
Soul and blues,
On angel’s wings.
Melody to choose.
Love her scat.
Notes all fuse.
Play that strat.
Yes it swings.
Where it’s at.
She did it again,
Surprises me to no end!
Quietly walks over to the bag,
Puts her nose in.
Helps herself,
To the treats within.
Not that she didn't tell me before,
I was too busy getting out the door.
Packing all our stuff to camp out,
How could I be such a lout?
Leaving my pup to do without!
Well, she showed me,
Laying now under a tree,
Chewing on a treat.
No thanks to me!
You sly cat
In the mirror you sat
You’re a mimic feline
A copycat with fur so fine
Eyes gleaming with tales of a mischievous spat
You know what I'm saying,
Those games you keep playing,
A dangerous domino effect you keep laying,
Tell yourself best intention,
Keep the peace, so don't mention,
A little further, you travel from redemption,
Can be dark or be white,
A lady in the night,
Either way, we know it ain't right.
Whatever the motive you feel,
This one truth is always real,
"I just wanna keep an even keel."
This is confronting to hear,
What you may lose is your fear,
Bend the truth to keep what you hold most dear,
Not omitted or a lie,
Justify till you cry,
Don't deny, your actions are sly.
I ain't gonna lie,
I'm always as super high
As I am so sly.
the sly old witch crept down to the bog
hoping to get some legs of an unsuspecting frog
the frog she found was granddaddy, wise and smart
getting the best of old witches was his favorite art
He slapped her into quicksand really quick
that frog was intelligent, his dendrites thick
He said never come back if I let you out
She was released shortly and gave an enormous shout
Ran from the bog and never came back, never never
Told the tale to no one, for it made her sound less clever
But from that day on the bog frogs were totally safe forever
From the old witch and her relatives, they came back never.
a housefly buzzes
caught in a gossamer web~
creepy spider waits
there once was a sly swimmer bloke
whose manners were sure to provoke
his form was unique
a brand new technique
he mastered the women’s breaststroke
I don’t remember you ever saying counters were off limits ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
There has been a joining of an adult male and a female child
Not quite a proud owner of a single pubic hair,
Letting a lamb under the same roof as The Wild
And treating both as “A Divine Pair”
The man’s boyish smiles are a ruse:
The girl hasn’t yet begun to bolted bathrooms use…
Now, there are to be matches between a stout phallus and a hole
Too tender to start conceding a goal.
… As it could burst into flames, vowing to not forget
A treatment not befitting A Nugget.
Supposedly the answer to prolonged spinsterhood
But ironically worse than chaining widowhood:
Aiming to stall a woman’s heartbreak by insincere suitors
But keeping the infant wife constantly with sly mentors.
Paired up are a two owning contrasting tracks
By races audaciously upholding their cracks
Also, the clear encouragement of hateful inhibitions
And a stark support of deaf traditions.
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