I've fallen in a tight hole
and it's really very dark,
Can't see no light at all
and I feel i need to fart.
This whole is getting bigger
it's consuming everything it sees,
Look i'm getting thinner
legs stretch like spaghettis.
Like a crazy fairground ride
This hole it pulls me round,
My compass needs a guide
as everything comes unwound.
Similar to a tumble dryer
Times spun fast me all day long,
I don't think I've been much higher
every which way round is all wrong.
The black hole that's eating me
can you hear my atoms unsticking,
I then see some feet before me
it's my toes I am licking.
I'll take you for a spin
T'was what the Devil said,
I should have known from his grin
that I would end up dead.
Categories:
unsticking, silly,
Form: I do not know?
Pan’s Frolicsome Guffaw
’Tis the eve of The Equinox.
Methinks I hear midst Boreas’ frozen rattlings,
an unsticking of great Pan’s frolicsome guffaw;
a cheering hint of his sweet pipe!
The warming sun doth his winter’s musings thaw,
his slumberous desire arousing.
His torpid chill’d soul methinks unbends
in vernal cabbage nigh, in newly trickled streams;
Finish’d then to be, his frosty
abjuration of sweet Syrinx!
Categories:
unsticking, spring,
Form: Blank verse
In life, it’s either pluck or luck
That helps you get ahead.
If lacking both, you might as well
Just not get out of bed.
For when you’re stuck in mire and muck,
In need of some unsticking,
You can’t depend on providence
As time just keeps on ticking.
The dumbest cluck may try to duck
When problems keep on pelting,
But just a touch of gumption
May prevent your core from melting.
We all get struck and have to suck
Some lemons while we’re living,
For most of us missed out
When luck and pluck were up for giving.
Categories:
unsticking, life,
Form: Rhyme