6.Konosuba: Is It Wrong for King David to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?.
My life is a psalm filled with poetic justice.
For all the giants I slew,
I still see myself in king Saul .
Consulting the dead on the self fulfilling prophecy of my falling on my sword.
Zombies accompany my harp with shrieks of Dolores O'Riordan,
As I seek to meditate on how life is a never ending war.
A short lived conquest over temptation,
A pyrrhic victory that claimed my sons.
All I'm left with are the lessons from proverbs,
The fear of God put in me, left from the boldness of youth.
Not any wiser, just sneakier.
Age bends spine when I just want to walk upright in Notre dame.
To stand up for love not having ever stood it up,
But I don't see how that is possible now.
I have gambled it away to earn myself this hatred.
I don't know where to start fixing the broken trust,
But if nothing else, believe I loved you.
If not, believe i loved you and a lot(...they really meant nothing,babe).
Holding a boom box on your front yard,
I bring the arc(k) home, dancing a fool outside you window.
We were in love in an intense way for such a short time
I thought it was forever, which shows you how naïve I am
For listening and believing, and trusting a handsome devil – you.
I knew there would never be another man I could love this much.
I gave you everything I had, was, and thought of being.
I was your forever-after, you were my prince charming.
When you began tearing up the diary of our existence
With your betrayals, each sneakier than the other,
I wanted to give you sixty-seven million more chances
And I did. I gave you an implausible amount of opportunities to fix us.
But I guess you were busy writing songs about your new love
While I was writing love stories about you.
I have photos, journal entries, stories and songs
To prove we had once-upon-a-brownstone been in love
Anyway, to prove I had been knocked off my feet by you,
You were so amazing and wonderful, I plan to keep part of that.
It is incredibly difficult to believe you ever were
even the teensiest in love with me
When I see tiny bits of our photos lying in the ditch outside our house
And your new woman wearing my favorite hand-painted denim jacket.
If I was just a little older I might just understand,
You have to go to work today. Your doing just the best you can.
If I was just a little taller then maybe I can could drive.
Just stay beside me like you always do and pray to God we stay alive!
If I was just a little sneakier then maybe you wouldn't known,
I used your toothbrush on the cat...Opps I forgot you didn't know!
But for now lets all be thankful that I am still very young.
Are you have fun raising me? Because you know I'm having a ball!!
Dedicated to all moms
in the silence
of the night
when no one is awake
the loneliness
is deafening
and the clock stands still
at times like this
we think death may come
and take away the weak
but we know better
death is much sneakier
stealth robbing cradles
and many not ready
merciless it decimates
ruthless and unmerciful
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Well they done took away ma pension
whilst I waren’t payin no tention.
Never thought thet thar could happen,
Seems ma face they keep a slappin'.
Ah trusted all them folk thet said ah could,
ah took their word like they sed ah should,
but now ah see they jest a bunch a thieves,
Take all ya got and knock ya to yer knees.
Use ta was be you could tell a liar,
plain’s ya could the town crier,
Now they got sneakier ways,
from lots a practice these days.
Them banks and the government’s in cahoots.
Reckon they standin’ in each others boots.
Whisht ah’d a knowed they wuz gonna play those games
Ah’d a set much lower aims.. maybe like …Jesse James.
Done asked a lawyer onced bout business and ethics.
He laughed and said “Bob, business and ethics don’t mix!”
Never heered anybody say that right out loud…
Still laughin’ at me,.. he walked away proud.
Yep, maybe I’d a set much lower aims…
Reckon I’d a understood… Jesse James.
THey make you think they're your friends
They hang out with you
Tell you everything
You tell them everything
But once you say or write something
They go to conclusions
Thinking you love him
But you only like him as a friend
They try to embarrass you
They try to make you guys closer
But they just hurt you
Hurt you so much
You're more hurt than mad
Now knowing you can't trust them
Otherwise they will do the same thing
But next time it will be twenty times worse
Twenty times sneakier
And twenty times the pain
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