Some Cinderella's end up with glass slippers
others inherit breakable petals inside a rose heart
When duty calls most of them query to unanswered prayer
it is no wonder with time, they all become dragon slayers
Some sweep ashes and clean rugs until the day they die
others come to realize they matter and slowly begin to fly
Stage coach dreams bull-whackers and conductors
if they don't break out soon, they will need a doctor
Evil step mothers and brutal step fathers
they all turn out to be dutiful good daughters
some Cinderella's get to go to the ball
some, well they never leave home at all
Categories:
whackers, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
Dear Seattle,
You've sold your balls to the devil...
Now your streets are overgrown
with poison pansies-weeds and thorns.
At night there's rape-intimidation and extortion
just beyond their fragile little mind border.
A dollop of tear gas and a couple of weed whackers.
and they'll scurry back down their rabid holes
Dear Seattle,
you've sold your balls to the devil!
Categories:
whackers, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
Surest signs of spring arriving - sounds of lawnmowers and weed whackers.
Categories:
whackers, seasons
Form: Monoku