Sneaky ears flying day and night
Nosy eyes with conjured wings for flight
A fair young maiden, believing that it's right
Was lured by taint gold to cross the light
I was but a young moth learning how to fly
When the blight of knowledge struck me up and high
Every stool pigeon in promise of a dime
Labored in cahoots to sink the boat in time
Then the younger blood at the luster of dime
Sold his soul to the ghoul like a lurking slime
The poor wandering soul that committed no crime
Was fed to the trolls for an ocean of dime
Then the old maiden, knowing that it was wrong
Wrapped her mouth in silence, not wanting to sing a song
For the rain of glitter was too much to resist
Young Judas and the crows were all gathered to feast
a fish
swims alongside
a company of sharks.
a stool pigeon; his cover yet...
unblown
Date written: 12/31/2021
If you don’t speak pig Latin,
that’s all muddy okay
Ignorant bliss slop chatting,
this be the swine way
Quid pro quo
is a pig tell only
when you Latin show
need to know know
This Seller conversation bee busy e-Bay
That Buyer rhetoric reply is a sting yea
Quid pro quo,
it’s the dirty methane manure vow burn
Do do one vig favor for me,
and I’ll do do one for you in sow return
Pig Latin patsy cough drop puffs,
this is nasty, mucky breath stuff
that be so stool pigeon hard to bellyache learn
Get me this,
and I’ll give you that —
Filthy lucre deals only be of wee buck concern
Quid pro quo
is an udder miry, scandal blow-buy oppo info-blow
There’s no no need for anyone to poppy milk know
But[t] smart-alecky Snoop Dogg snouts
have got their pig Latin dictionaries out
This is an odious ixnay pigpen violation —
Secret piggy bank account rap is being legally recorded
That can’t abide any oink consideration,
‘cause squeal messages aren’t Joe B. Taxpayer afforded
Hello, moss-covered dirt suckers,
it’s a darkly new dawn
for a good autumnal leaf chew
Mulch to do ‘bout nothing,
Jack-o-Lanterns all want a toothy kiss
We’re living in tricky times,
so treat yourself to some hallow hubris
Mephisto risque morbid masquerade
sho’ got a gallows ballroom neon a-glitter glow
Disguised motives on a contraband traffic flow,
illegal cargo valet parked in the shade
Hollow pitch fork, pigsty pluckers ...
money parasitic leech suck, roll in the miry muck
Stool pigeon eyes pecking and clucking for a buck:
backward collar tombstone tuckers
Goodbye, vodka-breath, tart tongue demon twist,
lullaby to that crimson moon crypt croon
Falling debris of void entropy comes soon,
zombies on the chigger move to the hallow hubris
Any good judge and jury would convict me
Slam the door shut, toss out the key
High crimes and misdemeanors in the first degree
Caught in cahoots with poetry
Armed with pen and paper in hand
Stealing from me all that I have
Until my muse says there's nothing left
Empty's the till inside my pounding head
I'll sing like a stool pigeon in the hot seat
In a police line up I'll point out the poetry
Say that's the one that did this to me
The one with the sly smile and rhyme in his teeth
I'll throw myself on the mercy of the court
Plead insanity as I cackle and cough
To tell the truth if you only knew
That last statement is not too far off
Snipes are a kind of bird, difficult to spot
because they’re quiet and they hide a lot –
a kind of cross ‘twixt stool pigeon and an owl,
it is a bird that deserves to be called fowl.
Maybe a large rooster with antlers like a moose
some guys say they are more like a wild goose.
How do you catch them? Now that is where you
depend on luck; my friend hit one with his shoe.
Some make a cage from an old cardboard box
but pillowcases work. To really outfox
a large snipe, you may need to bring a rope
to tie him up; if it's real dark, you just hope.
First, you start to hear sounds - like gobblety-gook
and you may start to think that you are a schnook
but hang in there. Sometimes it takes all night
especially if the snipe puts up a fight.
First time I went, along about one o’clock
I smelled what I thought was a rat in a crock
quick as a wink, I caught onto a small snipe.
What a night! but I got it, all in one fell swipe.
Please don’t anybody asked me to decide anything. I don’t know
It had been one hell of a week.
The white snow doesn’t know if to fall; or the rain doesn’t know if it should pour
It takes sudden depression to make us see what life is
Life without a path is like flies on the cow ass,
As it uses its tail as a whip and swished the flies away
It a daily struggle but somehow we manage to move forward
It takes a man or woman who is down on they luck to wake up and face reality
A wise man will listen, hear, receive, and is always learning: because he uses every tactic
Known in the book
He laid back and makes the poor man do all the work
While he uses he brain and secures his profits…
Please don’t ask me to decide anything. I don’t know
Even a rat hate to be called by another name; for goodness sake
A rat is a rat. Why give it a different name.
The best of the best stool pigeon know how to keep its beak close
So please don’t asked me anything.. I don’t know
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