In Backwards Land where ladies worship me,
And never cut my brilliant speeches short;
Where women celebrate adultery,
And feel the same as I; they’re merely sport;
Where broads don’t care how many kids I’ve got,
And care far less how many mothers by;
Where chicks acknowledge make-up makes ‘em hot,
And no mascara runs if bunnies die;
There, because then I’d be a perfect man,
Freed bulky baggage through which snoopers dig,
I’d rarely have to fear the frying pan
Greased up ‘n aimed at this chauvinist pig.
Ah, but a pipe-dream. How am I single?
Nevermind, dollies. Who wants to mingle?
1/30/17
Youtube,
Instant gratification generation,
Living your life on a spiders web,
Imperiled, endangered conspiracy theories straight to your head,
Web Cam On,
Snoopers watching you like internet ****,
And you're none the wiser,
Or maybe you are?
Is that why you push yourself so far?
Fad diets,
When people abroad are hungry and starving,
You sit at home with your little shake,
Dreaming of the turkey you could be carving
Juice plus, Fruit Crush, Herbalife you're completely barking.
Facebook,
Living it large living a lie,
Larging it up for drama and likes,
Following celebrities stalking your exes,
When will it stop?
Real life,
There is a wide world outside,
Waiting for you to go out and explore,
Stories waiting just to be told,
Do it now before the moment is gone before you're to old.
The ruin of fame
Without a dance of
shame
No1 is to blame
intently, tossed away d
game
Shaking heads still
wondering
Why these cute legs
still wandering
It's not their job to
start bordering
Leaving no news to
unravel
But water always find
its level
Digging wit their
speaking shovel
He's nothing but yet
they grovel
Still at it but haven't
found a clue
There comes a question
out of the blue
These are many pieces
why can't we make 'em
glue?
TIRED snoopers should
get FIRED..THAT'S A
GAME WELL PLAYED!!
Winn Dixie Florida
Happily filling up my grocery cart I thought I heard snickers.
"Hershey's Kisses and Fruit Loops are smooching,” said Almond Slivers.
Piña-colada razzed Star Crunch, “Let's fight you chicken liver."
Energizer batteries cheered, “Smack him, Star! Give him the shivers.”
Oatmeal started crying. “Cheer up,” said the salt and pepper shakers,
“Fighting is for: snappers, snipers, snoopers, and party-poopers".
“P-a-r-t-y!” shouted Star, forgiving Piña-colada, one super market smoothie.
Heavenly Hash chilled and Luvs laid back dreaming sweet-tart pleasantries.
© August 9, 2010
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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