The by-nature amiable Peter
Is now inconsolably bitter:
At a filling station, a protesting sitter
After his supplied mere one liter
For this vulgarly insulting pump attendant Rita
And threatening obscenities much fitter…
But smiling Rita didn’t away words fritter
Her sagacious silence proving the better hitter
And smoldering Peter more reasons are given to grow heady,
His long taut nerves refusing to steady:
For the ugliest fight seemingly ready,
His teeth plus his claws signaling the Deadly;
Whomever he ends up dismembering, deservedly
V vaunts verbiage vociferously.
Visage viewed very vacuous
Vacillates varyingly,
Venting valentine versus violence
Vast, versatile, variant,
Vehement vituperations volunteered:
Voices voice virtuously
Voices voice vulgarly
V very veracious,
Versal vortices visualized,
Versal volages visualized,
V’s valedictory.
Our earth is turning from green to gray,
Just because it can't say,
"Stop vulgarly harming me
Or you will soon see
Barren wastelands and dried seas."
Nature's beauty is fast eroding,
'Cause we are still enjoying.
Wise humans, don't you see,
We'll soon be left without a tree.
Be a little eco-friendly,
And treat nature more gently.
The release, our body’s mystical excretion
The seat you perch for success or redemption
A subconscious practice we fulfill everyday
But not a favorable topic to vulgarly say
With or without candles we make it plunge
The emptiness is fulfilling, shall we once again munch?
Once is enough, thrice means dehydration
Discomfort is the name for what relates to constipation
The loo keeps more than a confession
It has immeasurable perseverance from odor sedation
So sit with a new perspective
Everybody poops, therefore honor its objective!
Practioner of cons, grifts, & rips.
Swabbing a deck on a sinking ships
Inexorable in persistence
lacking all patience
Or any social boundary
LIE TO ‘GET’ then ‘GONE’
In love at first reflection
Vainglory incarnate/Vulgarly Gauche.
Options eluded but lacking choice.
Chances and trust
with you naturally obliterates.
Narsistic homophobe,
who only can hear
the sound of his own voice.
That superfluous verbal vomit that spills out those lips
(cork that flapping gash on your face)
Your sickness is inaffable,
not cute or funny, but sill laughable.
Come at me as pathos,
poor victims of circumstance.
Every insecurity revealed himself
in each pathetic comment
Collaterally Kidnapped ,
Mentally molested.
Finally finished we lock eyes again,
I grin, and laugh
‘This ones for you Glenn’
Old Roxie is dead. She's gone to her bed
Near the drop-off where leaves are decaying.
Yet she rises again from that terrible fen
In a manner grotesque and dismaying.
The grave that we dug, although tidy and snug,
Was too shallow for her to be laying.
So the volatile gas that shot from her ass
(Excuse me for vulgarly saying)
Overexcited, spontaneously ignited
And created a monstrous spraying!
The guts and the hide were strewn far and wide,
Festooning the branches, displaying
Those rotting remains and even the brains
Of her corpse. The crows are buffeting!
There's no consolation for miscalculation,
No comforting words for allaying
Our grief and chagrin for committing the sin
Of the mess for which now we are paying.
Texting is that silent voice behind words,
spill out your guts, sharpen your swords!
Will the person being texted respond vulgarly,
assuming that the message was too naughty?
Love has been over-written
There is not much left for me.
Even so, as I fall asleep
I try to write a romance
On your back, in circles.
My feet between your sleeping legs,
I keep quiet to keep you near.
I want to super glue your lips to mine,
To be held until we are faultless.
I am tired of loving vulgarly
More, most, insatiable;
Common notions in my head.
I am tired of the bad poetry
That is loving you.
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