Created from society
Controlled substance of what we should be.
Don't do that.
Be bright not flat.
You're this you're that.
Close your eyes don't think to much.
If you get to high they'll use your crutch.
We are but pieces in a game.
Don't show too much hide your flame.
Our intelligence based on a test.
Get an A without common sense.
Dress yourself in what we show.
Don't drive to fast don't drive too slow.
We are but animals in a cage.
At least we can write on a page.
Don't let them dull you.
Don't follow along too.
Be yourself open up.
Don't drink the poison in the cup.
Watch everything don't be a sheep.
For we are feeding from the government's teet.
Don't let yourself hang by strings.
Their little puppet the money, their kings.
Break the walls.
Mute the calls.
Stare straight through them all.
Break the mold
You'll have to be bold.
Don't follow in traffic
Make sure you craft it.
Take your steps.
Make a mess.
Shine that light
Your individual bright.
I miss those days
God ..I remember those days .good old days..when we used to pen letters ..fold it carefully...in an envelope.oh!!..a tups of cologne and mail it...waiting 2 ..maybe 3 days for the response..with bated breath..then nuff skin teet..and heart a beat when you see a letter from her..sigh..I miss those days.....
Sigh
There once was a pup named Pete
Fresh off of his Mama’s teet
First day off his lead
He found some skunk weed
Now he smells like butt and feet
Give the Ape his vice, electric device;
And watch him suckle at the Engine’s teet.
Abandoned child of Divine Person’s Thrice
Does see, no more himself, but Death in meat.
A phantom image lays in frame and clutched
By hands no more in contract with the thumb,
that lone appendage barks commands to such
who watch the face reflected turn to drum.
For with each click upon that mirrored man,
In vain, unknowing, strikes to gouge the eyes:
In darkness happ’ly seeks his own remand,
But if in sight the chains appear, not lies.
Yet think not of these things my little lamb,
You have so much to see on Instagram.
Ode to the earthling addle the atom
Ode to the shrieking neutrino bloom
sing to the crack in the hole of the blandon
the wrestling angels are restless tonight.
God of the moon glow blow her away
Teet of the Titan milk fire-holes
Her radii squared by a too lovely dress
a peck for her rages a pickling cure
Her circle of cages the blinding alure
Out of her graces pop-over Job
Fling the new races and say nothing more
light seeping under the lazed ocean salts
The hammering seasons chained to their vaults
Dawns a last ocean's fratrical beat
bursting in ice melting in heat
now that the sun's last rite is retired
The Earth is a wind- is ice- is fire
and nothing more
and nothing more
and nothing more
and nothing more.
Does your computer go click click click
Beep beep boop, boop boop bop?
Does your computer go ding ding ding
toot toot teet? jump skip hop?
'cos mine goes boom boom bang!
Does your computer type up your notes
Store all your mail, Save all you pics
Does your computer hold all your songs,
play all your games, do all the tricks?
'Cos mine goes boom boom bang!
I bought it to to type all up my notes
the beep beep bops, do all the tricks
I bought it for the toot toot teet,
the beep beep bop, the click click clicks
'but it just goes boom, boom bang!
And at the store they promised me,
it'd save my pics, jumps skips and hops
They promised me the ding ding ding
hold all the songs, the boop boop bops
'Never mentioned the boom boom bang!
Well I took it back just yesterday,
The storeman he tried all the tricks...
played all the games.. I had the pics!
And I told him just to beep beep boop.
'And the shop went boom boom bang!
The dew has been banished from the grass
And the pups taken from the teet.
A drunk is lacking hard drink.
Like a television without a picture tube
Longing stares itself in the mirror, feeling, but
Denying its very existence while arrogance
Wants to scream from within.
“In the pocket of the seat in front of you, you’ll find:”
A cushion, stuffed with cotton balls; eight or nine,
One Crimson- tinted, two-by-four fleece cut out,
And a magazine full of things no one cares about
“For your comfort today, we provide:”
A seat, which six inches backwards, reclines,
A nine inch pixelated Toshitty TV,
And headphones that fit no ears, for only $3.50
“Thank you for choosing American Airlines,”
Enjoy your seat next to the odorous woman who rants the whole time
And you’ll see we break every stereotype.
Our attendants are fat and *****y, not skinny and nice.
“We hope you find your flight pleasant”
Sitting next to the odorous woman, who loves to rant,
Or the man who can’t fit in his 17” airplane seat,
Pouring onto the lap of the woman, whose infant screams, unwilling to share her teet.
I to suffer, i to cry, i to live and i to die
and in betwen the things i've seen
the scenes an eye that i cannot deny
by necessity must make a mortal man mean
the neighborhood corner hawking dope
the streets of sheer stagnation within
children jumping dead bodies, not rope
and the avenue of avenging sin
this, was my womb, my initiation
angst and anxiety were my breast milk
i suckle at the teet of temptation
and learned from dope dealers and their ilk
i to suffer, i to wish to die,
rather than to suffer the subtle suffocation
day by day another piece of me will decry
i rue my creator and his creation
(c) 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
it loves me
it loves me not
this ball of id and fiery snot
bleet bleet bleet
the runt of life
this shallow sheep
stomping Gossomer mice.
Eating shadows keeping score
a sagging Teet
a dripping bore.
The game is up, the pinball tilts
this tired game of slag and silt.
It loves me
It loves me not
this ball of id and fiery snot.
I really hate Pop stars
They are like incest siblings from mars
Sleeping around with everyone
Shaving their heads for fun
If your lucky they'll expose a teet
And expose pantiless pic's on a tweet
Watch out and be careful of the whimsey
For they all are procreated by Disney
Next thing ya know
They are marshmellow treats in your cereal bowl
Beware of the antique dolls
For endorsement deals will lead them to your mall
Who should stop this travesty in our homes?
It sure as hell ain't gonna be the man who changed his name 1000 times from combs
Where is this midget known as Justin Bieber?
Off with his head with a meat cleaver!
I could gone on with the pop culture life that is a bore
But what's that you say?.... it's time for Jersey Shore!
I hate to be so hypocritical and lame
But anything a hit on MTV, so them we can't blame
For as long as I can remember
Me madda was de head voodoo club member
She taught me how to make love potion
To mess with der woman emotion
So me meet dis lovely girl
Seeing ‘er, give me a mighty trill
Me make a love potion I confess
From a piece of ‘er nighty dress
Mix it wit da loose hairs I find spare
From me teet and ‘er underwear
Put a drop a me sista’s joojoo
Me perform de dance from de club voodoo
Throw in me madda’s secret potion
And give me girl as a hand and face lotion
For a year everyting sweet
Me girl an animal love treat
Until one day I notice de hair
Growing on her hands and ‘er face
De one me puck from me teet and her underwear
She look like she not from de human race
‘er back bend, knuckles drag upun de floor
Der woman get a whole lot a chunky
She want me twenty five times a day, me sore
Each day me see her she look more like a monkey
O’ Madda your potion no work, why you lie?
Your son he been abused, he sore and he cry
Dis woman ruin your son life
He wake up to find she is his wife…