So glad ‘I can keep my doctors on my new insurance plan’
My endocrinologist’s next opening is June 07, 2027
Today I got a reminder call for tomorrow’s appointment with the insomnia specialist
Had to take a pass on the meeting, for it wasn’t in my book
As the year I made it, (2014) I had not by insomnia been overtook
And as for my Primary Care Physician, before I saw him, he retired
So I saw his partner, who with duct tape together had been wired
I asked him if he was actually a PCP for car mechanics
He smirked, then howled ~ said he’s just obsessive-manic
...“Me? Sell my land and house to him?
I’d never dare do such a thing!
He’s the worst neighbor one could have,
I would give that blackguard nothing!”
The sheriff paused, look at the sheet,
he’d seen his handwriting before,
then smirked and said, “So the man lies…
Boys, lock him behind some cell doors!”
Wolf roared in dismay at the words,
but was quickly led to the jail,
Malcolm just shrugged and went inside,
ignoring the rancher’s loud wail.
He still had lots of work to do,
and had court the very next day,
perhaps he could finish his brief
with one problem out of the way…
I failed
I failed
I failed
I took that pic and strummed like there’s no tomorrow
I failed
I spectacularly failed
I fell forward again only to fail to no avail
I continued to fail
I failed so badly life just smirked at me and spit
I didn’t notice
I was too busy failing
I forgot to quit
Ghouls just wanna have fun
I smirked when I heard this
who said it? Just one?
Don’t know said my friend Chris.
we were at a Halloween ball
and this slogan was being passed around
not by one, but by all
the answer I swiftly found
There was a young ghoul named Jenny
She did not have a filter, not any
She told everything she knew, was about twenty-two
Ghouls just wanna have fun was something for her to do.
where did baby ghost get that witch’s broom?
We were all amazed said the moss that bloomed
the baby ghost smirked at his lovely win
She was taking a whizz, he told to his friend
They told him to immediately take it back
But he did not listen, and fell into a crack
For the broom bucked him off good and hard
Returning to its owner, a witch of the old Guard
Somewhere, several leagues beneath the sea...
'Cheerio, I'm off to school,'
smirked young Harry herring,
he was nobody's fool.
Then was heard, 'Pucker up,
I'm a sucker for you,'
but what can I do?'
Gary octopus uttered.
'Send me a love letter,
would be best I think,
I'll lend you the ink.'
Sarrie squid, she muttered.
But, when, 'Are the two of them
romantically inclined?'
and, 'Are they blind?'
Carrie cuttlefish questioned,
'Happy to say, 'I'll never tell,
my lips are sealed.'
Barry bivalve smiled,
'I'm clamming up,' he revealed.
Oh, to see such fun,
and all it did entail
to make Larry lobster laugh,
no, it could not fail.
He asks me to lunch
On Valentine's Day
And after the lunch
He wanted me to pay
For the lavish meal that
He stuffed in his gut
As he smirked and smile
Looking like a stuff mutt
When they hand
Me my bill
For what I had ate
When he looked at his bill
It made him ill
So, I paid my bill
Then walked away
He tried to follow me
But was forced to stay
Oh boy tried to be slick
But got caught in
His own trick
I lashed them with my tongue
The paper got all wet
I lashed them with ink
They turned blue
I lashed them with words
They slowed their retreat
Read more slowly
Smirked at the irony
Flinched at the pain
Wept at the happiness
While touching its sadness
My words are razor sharp
Some splitting hairs
Others cutting more deeply
All part of my poetic Kata
Smooth movements
Vibrant consequences
Warriors all
Both those who write
And those who read
Seeking peace
Between swords and pens
Eyes are spinning, my vertigo's bored
Sent to a doctor I can't afford
Slapped me twice in the head
Shook it like dice and said
"Boy, you've got loose gravel in your gourd"
Then jerked it sideways, brought me to tears
Smirked, poured quick dry cement down my ears
"Never tried this before"
"Pay your bill at the door"
"That should hold you for a couple years"
I was raised to kill, no blink, no pause
Your face was the bounty, my finger the cause
Ain’t no enemies whisper, they don’t feel the night
I tasted your name, lost grip on the fight
We met in the smoke where the shadows slide
Gun in my hand, but my heart stayed wide
You smirked like “do it,” I said “hold up,”
Steel in my grip… I flipped it, whatsup
Love sat where death shoulda been
Your silence spoke loud, my war unseen
Hands held fire, lips made truce
Every kiss a crack, every touch a noose
Then thunder came, your squad, my kin,
I caught your eyes and prayed again.
You aimed at my chest, I didn’t move an inch…
Shot through my heart… straight into your ribs
So, weren't you a reality show host?
Well, I thought I'd give it a try.
So, did everyone get their paychecks?
For Me! Those rules don't apply!
So, aren't felons prohibited from holding office?
To that, I won't even reply!
So, how will you adhere to the Constitution?
For Me! Those rules won't apply!
So, how do you feel about the "Good Book?"
He smirked with Hellfire in his eye!
I've never read it..besides,
For Me! Those rules never apply!
We started like a story,
You read me cover to cover,
Pretending you cared—
Just long enough to smother.
You said all the right words,
But your hands told the truth.
You weren’t in it for love,
Just the body of my youth.
I was a game.
A joke.
A cure for your boredom.
While you hid someone else—
Your loyalty was a phantom.
I was never your partner,
Just a place to pass time.
You wanted what was mine,
But never to make me mine.
When I spoke of my battles,
The darkness I faced alone,
You smirked—
Like pain was punchline,
Like I was weak to the bone.
You laughed when I cried,
Mocked what I felt.
As if my mind was broken,
And your jokes were how it dealt.
But I see it now.
The gaslighting.
The games.
How I was only a conquest,
Not a name.
You broke me—
But through the cracks came light.
And I finally saw the truth
I was too in love to fight.
You were a walking red flag,
Dressed in fake affection.
All charm, no depth,
Just lies and deflection.
But I’m free now.
Not yours, not fooled, not small.
You wanted in my pants—
But you’ll never have my soul at all.
Tired, nervous—went for viva,
He thought I was calm and wiser.
The observer smirked, then eyed,
"So, You Study?"—I just sighed.
This summer two nudists got wed:
no clothing was worn, not a thread,
no Mendelssohn played -
(I smirked, I'm afraid)
'The organ is out,' Vicar'd said...
You have acquired my bones,
my blood is yours
You are the taste in my mouth
You have taken my eyes
looked through them and smirked
Your kiss so cold
within me a furnace
Your smile like sunrise
happy by Your side so long,
so I do not starve in some madness
while I wish I was breathing You in
by Your side in that morning
rising but our heads still rested
just the light streaming in
I held Your face in marigold glow
of new day just born,
and still suspect it was only a dream.
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