out of mind out of sight.
it’s just my luck that’s tough luck.
Next thing you know Im down one.
Slow to erupt.
observing society fuss.
anxiety it’s all love it’s me it’s you equals us.
we all we need that’s enough.
told me to hush.
Sensitive to much.
it’s just my luck that’s tough luck.
absorbing everything like a sponge.
So we always in touch.
this that about such and such.
now it’s an impasse talk too much.
like attracts like,I am the company I keep.
still sleep. really. reemerge
show concern. how to discern.
value in disperse
I adjust debunk
it’s just my luck it’s tough luck.
I'm Sorry,
So... Guilty Sorry,
For Chasing That
Poor Hungry Rat Away.
I Don’t Think
That Makes
Me Gay...
Callous, Though
And Weak!
In A Vermin
Rat-Like Way.
***
Blah blah blah
Don't rhyme.
-Gray Squirrel
09-14-2025
there were bloods,
whilst people scream
there were gunshots,
can't anyone undo the scene
Favored for some
Tough luck for most
the screams and the noises
they were everywhere
Pure chaos
Some are begging for mercy
Many begs for liberty
I've killed them once
I've killed them twice
I am out of control
I've killed many times
I couldn't believe my eyes
This is the quarter life
Soothes the eyes for
the Aftermath, they allure
Please drop your interpretation for this poem
I'd like to hear your thoughts!
A friend of a friend is never a friend,
Enemies seem to follow you,
down that dead end.
What’s real?
Love is never pretend,
Well…..love used to be real before text and send.
Love is lust and lust is….trust.
Trust is just love without the fights and fuss.
Is that real? Depends on who’s asking?
Who’s want love without the passion?
Imagine if love left trust at the alter?
Left love without a father,
And never was there to teach them trust?
Then it’s tough luck,
Dawn to dawn, dusk to dusk.
Without a meaning,
Caught inside a constant state asking what?
I thought you knew?
Respect
By
Tom Wright
Jan. 27, 1998
I, Respect,
am not bought with money,
nor taken by force.
I cannot be stolen
but must be earned.
Stories are often fabricated and denied
in an attempt to obtain me.
Waving at people
with Bible in hand on Sunday morning
cannot win respect.
If you talk the talk
you have to walk the walk.
A position of authority
does not in itself guarantee respect.
There are many misguided souls
laboring under this false assumption.
Big egos require lots of respect.
Tough luck "Slick Willie"
For you I have no respect.
running around where the waterfall is
out of nowhere there she is
naked as day....well....i am a typical male
i am the shy type, so i observe with considerable space
why do i do it....look out....here he comes
the luckiest man in the world he is
the king of tough luck i am
running around where the waterfall is
out of nowhere here comes another
is it my imagination, or is she checking out this here brother
being the bashful person that i am, i take a chance and wave hello
six years later....i am still a bashful man....with manicured hands rubbing my sore back
Lord
I am not going to do it any more
I am not going to bind myself to what You want of me
I don’t know what You want of me
But I am not going to do it any more
If You don’t like it
That is tough
I am not going ta
I can’t be constricted
Restricted
Bind
Bound
Whatever you call it
It ain’t going to do it
I am going to be whatever
And if You don’t like it
It’s tough luck
I just can’t be what You expect of me
When It all began it was I,
who lent a hand,
you wanted to fall,
I built you up,
you wanted to fly,
well, tough luck,
In between,
you began to change,
your walls grew strong,
you were unafraid,
a passion that far excited mine,
as I began to lag behind,
You strung me along,
but I began to see,
you no longer needed me,
as time moves on
I will fade
but the memories we've shared
they'll give you wings
so you can fly away
and become something
don't weep for me
because it was my pleasure
to sow in every delicate feather
change your life
be a guiding light
lend others a hand
as I gave mine
time is relative,
for friends such as we,
I succeed as you fulfill your destiny,
you will forever be,
a part of me,
so be happy, be healthy,
but most of all,
be free,
Industrial sadistic humour
Trailer treachery for sure,
Sure you can walk thru the trailer,
But who's gonna "test-drive" the tub?
Soon the papers are signed,
The money is paid,
You now own a bathtub,
That for an anorexic was made
Several scary showers later,
In this slippery tub,
With the bathroom floor
Twelve inches lower,
Than the bathtub bottom,
I can just hear the designers glee,
With each customer's injury;
"We Gott'em!!!"
Than the fateful day came,
When I decided on a bath,
Relax, soak to some music,
Forget bills and all math...
Well, low and behold,
The tub was too small,
No normal sized human,
Could fit in at all!!
Maybe an advanced anorexic,
Or her concentration camp kin,
They alone, would be sufficiently thin...
No average human could
Possibly fit in....
Now I'm not obese,
And I'm not other than normal,
But this great treachery,
Made me wonder about laws formal...
Can they get away with this?
Take my money with a quiet hiss....
"Wait till schmuck bathes,
Gets his **** stuck...
All we will say,
Is, "Ain't that tough luck?"
If this too will pass
then how long will it last
Will this be my on going task
In need of guidance
I’ll attempt to be compliant
Defiant of the usual path
Not willing to compromise my dream
Team me up, Fill my cup, I’m corrupt
Tough luck is hard to tame, Slightly insane, I grow weary of this game
Shame me once shame me twice
I know I can suffice
Just one last time I roll the dice
Build me up, Break me down, Soon I won’t be around
Do these words strike you with their eclectic sound
Round and round the lovers go
Not too fast not too slow
Where we stop we soon will know
Think of the ways, Count the days, hold my heart at bay
Stray from the norm, Calm the storm, My heart is torn
Place the crown of thorns on my head, Slip me into bed
Think of the glory, Follow the story, Forget me in the morning
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