Can you feel the real deal hoodoo or juju hex
One sex tech conquest & manifest wrecks perplex
Flex your cerebral cortex protest against the new Rex
Hullabaloo of voodoo we must contest & vex
Vain inane randy Deejays handy on dandy sandy decks
A bane.. vloggers..joggers & bloggers texts & trend treks
Reign of hooray Henry’s forays with oversized unwise specs
Disdain from plain Jane “ex” glowering while devouring Tex Mex
Train..campaign for brawn not brain.. divulging bulging necks & pecs
The lot have got an absurd follow the word of the herd complex
Flecks of lies flutter & splutter in the utter nutter echo chamber gutter that is “X”
Never ending..mind bending curmudgeon bludgeon chorus of Tyrannosaurus Techs!
I’m surprised your first name is Rex.
It’s not kingly to often vex
Nor Godly much store set on sex…
Are you damned sure your name is Rex.
Your lips often form the word “Sex”,
Even as ears tremble or vex…
Every woman on her cheeks pecks,
Badly three relationship wrecks,
Saying “Nothing wrong parting necks.”
Tell me your Last Truth – “Are you Rex?”
It does a lot make one barmy,
Asking women to join The Army,
For torture with its classic pain,
For the captured does drive insane,
And her bravado jail with chain,
Military secrets for fast leakage,
A whole Army for speechless wreckage!
One is already quite the Barmy,
Enlisting women in one’s Army,
Muscular Eve’s sad losers at sex,
Often a sight that soon starts to vex,
Feminity the one to now stay atop,
And with muscular kisses plant the crop.
No woman should near An Army,
Unless prepared to answer Sammy,
On a consuming island marooned,
Or in as consuming forest cocooned;
Her camouflage for the longest wear,
After tied knots one child bear,
As the body ever is a dreaming witness
Of violated physical fitness.
A gift you bestowed on your luddite mum and dad,
you left us your Alexa and she is driving us both mad!
I ask her to remind me to make a phone call,
her timing's up the shoot and it’s her downfall!
I say "Alexa remind me at ten past two",
she gets it all wrong what are we to do?
We ask her a question, the answer she doesn’t know
she just sits there smirking, her blue light aglow
So now she’s back in her box, it’s the only solution
and I’ll look at our clock to save any confusion!
We thank you, son, for your thoughtful gift
But Alexa's mind seems to have gone adrift
8/15/18
new life
all strife
springtime
once fine
aw spring
poor thing
winter
got her
just look
tied up
spring sun
no fun
in out
no clout
ground cold
be told
spring fails
life ails
spring vexed
whats next
Don't vex your ex
When love from grace falls
Cos Semtex
Strikes love walls
Once so mighty, so sprightly
Stood proud to defeat any cumulus cloud
Which off balance slightly
Couldn't speak or spell aloud
In defence of the right
Love from her heart demanded
In a grip so tight
In a loud voice commanded
From Ben and Betty
As they strove hard
Despite little cash in the kitty
Covered in lard
As love began to dwindle on the spindle
That fastened the love Ben and Betty felt
For each other which a swindle
Jealousy dared to melt
As Ben 's heart stolen
From him in escapades on a grenade
Fallen
From Hades began to degrade
The love that shone
Throughout a dark period
Blown and torn
In a sentiment synod
Ben told
Betty not to vex
To withhold
Opportunities machismo muscles never again to flex
Or else to him love vowed never to return
Whether Ben laughed or cried
Until Ben made up his mind to burn
Ubris is love to him Cupid supplied.
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