For the forty 3rd attempt
Of incline
A forty 3rd question unanswered
Los Angeles requires an accomplishment
As yet the roofs of wealth choir no challenge
Stilled in self wonder the share constants
Water and health in abundance, again
This execution remembers every faculty
Partners and sermons
Cost and boss
The build of document to spend
Little shadows of Washington fend
The framers of a Los Angeles hard at work
During war time
Without end
Preparing the give
Ready for another attack
That steal refuses its sound
Prefer of the city and cities charity
Suggest of intonation
None strate to the cause
America in Los Angeles only lensing past tense
Encampments of abandon
In a day of labor, no notes
No reservation
No surplus
Categories:
strate, america, french, house,
Form: Free verse
Prayers unheard of
go unheard
Strange fire offered
abomination's word
They demon-strate
and rave and rant ~
Prithee, for Patience
that they haven't
Categories:
strate, prayer, time, youth,
Form: Rhyme
i'm my own
pain in the
as s but if
you pass
by a box
collecting
cancer for
down under
please flip a
coin in that
that you can
say at least
that you
effortless
ly gave an
effort
Categories:
strate, muse,
Form: I do not know?
I live in Hazzard County and I am Deputy Enos Strate.
I'm a virgin because Daisy Duke is the only girl I want to date.
People like me because I'm Hazzard's only honest cop.
I had my own show over 30 years ago but it was a flop.
I work for Sheriff Coltrane and J.D. Hogg and if you deal with them, you will get conned.
I eat the General Lee's dust and I constantly drive my patrol car into the Hazzard Pond.
I wreck a lot of cars because the Duke Boys are who I have to chase.
People make fun of me because I always have a silly grin on my face.
I was humiliated when Bo and Luke hung me on the wall like a side of beef.
Rosco always calls me a dipstick and because of him, I've seen a lot of grief.
Daisy won't marry me even though I try again and again.
I guess that I'm doomed to die a sexually frustrated virgin.
(This poem was inspired by The Dukes of Hazzard TV show.)
Categories:
strate, funny, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
grow up
Get **** together
Never truly happens
Like they say it will
At best you get half
Your **** strate
And the other half
Never gets straightened out
Its a journey down the
Shitter
No way to swim back
Up the **** stream
Categories:
strate,
Form: Lyric
This free totin barn shootin lowse
Once hunted for a mean growse
I wanted a bigun for my spowse
I ain't talkin bout no widdle mouse
On a sultri afternoon besides my howse
I went huntin for some tasty jowls
I took some urin from one of my spodded cows
Rubbed it on my tanned raw hide a horny critter to rowse
About ten for noon I did a rabid coon espowse
It came at me with bared teeth and angry growlse
It jumpt down my ass soked pants my honor to jowse
We run up a pecan tree; it was like two squiruls in a nuthowse
I shucked him from my trowsers and flew down that tree strate to
the outhowse
He follered close on my heels scurryin thru the door like a drunkin
bowse
Afearin for my life I pulled down my pants and with my canin that
vermun did dowse
A contry tale to raddle your nurves
Categories:
strate, funny
Form: Rhyme