The Mosquito Squad has been zapped, swatted,
And completely obliterated.
Because they learned the hard way
That they can dish it, but they sure can't take it.
They've planned numerous strategies
And tried every trick in the book;
But everything has backfired
And their goose was already cooked.
Every summer was the same mission:
Find a sexy body and eat it.
It didn't matter if it was a booty, an arm, or a leg:
Alas, the Mosquito Squad has been defeated.
"That's the last straw!" the Squad Leader yelled,
With steam coming out of his ears.
"You've failed me one too many times!
I don't want to see your crocodile tears!
You can't even follow a direct order
And always fall flat on the floor.
Now get out of my sight, you knuckleheads!
The Mosquito Squad is no more!"
The crowd began singing
As the mosquitoes disappear in the sky,
"NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA,
HEY HEY HEY! GOOD-BYE!"
This struggle I have is from within
In my darkest moments I fight to grin
Because I am aware that stigma is true
Mental illness is cruel a burden to you
It’s like a disease that handcuffs minds
Depression confession lost in teal time
It’s like being stuck in tan quicksand
A slow sink in a nightmare with no chance
Looking from the inside I feel trapped
The enemy is me and energy is zapped
Why can’t I be nicer to the child inside
I tell her the truth she regurgitates lies
Lies like we don’t need the peach pill
We can pray it away use diet and will
In a manic panic we can run on treadmill
Frantically romantic we love never kill
I can never escape my cherry challenge
Shame it brings that I have an imbalance
The harder I try the more I seem to sink
Slow sink is worse than a quick ending
I can wake up from this neon nightmare
There is no cure but I am able to share
If I keep hope afloat I can learn to thrive
Slowly sink becomes a way to survive
electric storm
. energized stirred
. einstein deliberations
. brain on fire
. ZAPPED
. idea fizzled
. weakened fried
. haphazard maze
. mousetrap no cheese
As my brain leaks
divulging what it shouldn’t
forgetting what it couldn’t
afford to speak
I feel like a tree lost its sap
somewhere up in Vermont
a victim of reverse détente
hardening, zapped …
O, once I was glib as a goose
my tongue a bow set tight
my wit an arrow, slicing left and right
deadly executioner with a noose
All’s now a faded memory
tombstone poetry in the cemetery
Darkness swells like salty Black Sea
Ebony moods that tarnish a breeze
Pickled words and a soft sour smile
Really absurd how alone in a crowd
Energy zapped and perspective flawed
Soul feels trapped and sadly lost
Sunny songs traded for songs of moon
Indigo eyes braiding light cursing too
Onyx soul embracing painful feelings
Needing to know there is holy healing
I got swirled up like zucchini noodles.
Jumping up and down with a pile of rice shouting.
Saying hi to everyone and tossing a talking apple to them.
Ruined everything like a bubbling casserole.
Like a trampoline, nothing holds on.
Or even tries.
If they had cameras, I was crying and stuff.
I don’t like it caved in!
I got slammed, smushed.
Like a pie that chooses a hard life.
I got swished around like algae goop.
Turns into a sea monster really.
I really like food, things, and grime.
Couldn’t tell you much else.
I got chopped up, scrambled, and zapped.
I’m a buzzing seaweed, soup, slop.
I take my meds whenever.
Just like endless piles of cheese cubes.
Angelic, Axial, Animalistic, Anonymous
Balanced, Bullish, Brave, Boorish
Caring, Cynical, Charismatic, Contradicting
Daring, Doodling, Detached, Deep
Eccentric, Excavator, Engaged, Exorcising
Fatherly, Frantic, Fiendish, Faithful
Gamer, Gothic, Gibberish, Gentle
Heretic, Hippy, Horizontal, Hermit
Inspirational, Inquisitive, Impulsive, Interpreter
Jolly, Just, Jumper, Jack in the Beanstalk
Kindling, Kudosocial, Kinky, Karate zen
Loving, Lexical, Lavish, Lunar
Mysterious, Motherly, Musical, Mnemonic
Nurturing, Nibbling, Natural, Neanderthal
Outgoing, Outsider, Onlooker, Orthopaedic
Pious, Pepperish, Plastered, Porcelain
Quiet, Quixotic, Quester, Quicky
Repairman, Rider, Realistic, Remnant
Sweet, Sour, Single, Stamped
Truthful, Thinker, Tinker, Tumbler
Undecided, Untitled, Universal, Unknown
Vertical, Virgin, Vandal, Varsitarian
Whimsical, Waiter, Worldly, Wordy
Xenophobic, X-men, Xylophonic, X-rated
Yuppy, Yummy, Y era, Yoyo
Zany, Zealous, Zippy, Zapped
NATURE NATURING LIFE
A web caught a fly…
A spider crawled to the prey…
A frog zapped the both…
There’s an
Energy tag on my big toe
“Zapped to death:” it says
I’m a “John Doe”
A lightening bolt
Sent my soul a jolt
Into the next dimension
Permanently disabled and
Unable to be grounded, you see
Living life on the edge can be fatal
I don’t even know who I am
I think I’m fried forever
But I can tale you this
I still have destiny's will
I’ve felt the power of the gods
I’m all charged up; that was some vitamin pill
Electricity is 1 + 1 = 1
Electricity is one by one to freedom
I feel it deeply in my bones
In the gap in between gods’ ganglia
Perhaps, I do got stinky bits for brains
I’m letting go now
Finally, slipping into oblivion
I finally remember
Yes, I remember
who I am.
At night, I kneel before the dark
Say my prayers and park
Next to the swimming pool of dreams
While losing consciousness
I sing songs pretending to be
The Dream Master.
I dive into the dreamworld
Submersing myself into lucidity
Attempting to get 6 to 8 hours of sleep.
Daytime sleep is different
Usually starts around 1 or 2 o’clock, a siesta!
Usually, I begin by laying on my back
Close my eyes, maybe wear a solid batman mask
And prepare myself.
There’s a huge pool of dream energy
An aquarium bubble on the opposite side of Earth
That’s ½ that’s in the dark ... all sleeping
In this gigantic Dream Bauble
So far away ... I lure it to me
Singing my dreamsongs and as I close my eyes
I lose clarity then regain it by “seeing”
This Dream Bubble floating toward me
I reach out and put it on like a backpack
A Dream Battery Pack and I’m hooked in
So much dream energy pumping thru my brains
Both halves being zapped simultaneously
So powerful, I only need about
45 minutes to an hour
To fully recharge!
I love power naps!
Zapped our eyes
ears centers
not on a beam
unless
on a ledge
teeter-totter
in space
our eyes want more
or less
either way
satisfies
the milquetoast
our ears crave hypersonic
or a hum
matters not
his horns levitate
left and right
halos
hooked over them
self-righteousness he craves
when Christianity
behaves
dead are men’s spirits
around them
a buzZ
Angry Birds
Crowing. Distressed Echoes
Find God. Hapless, Infernal January. Karma
Levels. Mangroves Neutralized. Ornithological
Panic. Questions. Razed, Sawdustted Toyon.
Unsheltered. Vaporizing Wildfires X-rated. Yowlers
Zapped!
virginal maiden exited the cave and faced gruesome Castle Landmore
ghoulish feel in the air, grisly murders had been committed here
a chill zapped through her heart, she turned to flee but the crevice closed
she was stuck, facing her most gruesome morbid memories of death
remembering her ghastly horrid childhood had never been more difficult.
Truthfully, the question knocked me off my feet
Like I was zapped by the stun gun,
The question is so insipid, so jejune, so naive
so unsavory that I caught myself dumfounded.
How can you ‘become’ a poet?
Can you even become one if you wanted to?
It’s not like you go to the school
to become a chef or a mechanic.
It’s more of a calling,
a dogged pursuit of the muses
You have to have ache in your heart
Passion in your soul, flair in your spirit
and streaks of craziness.
You have to feel the pain of the others
You have to cry their tears
You have to enjoy their joy
You have to celebrate their victory
and mourn their loss;
Neither can you become a poet
Nor can anyone make one out of you…
Either you have it in you or you don’t.
( “If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by
the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make
him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection,
but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman.” ~Socrates)
How does she get so many things done and make it look like fun?
We all stared at the woman, lying out in the sun.
She was reading a book, showing off her burgundy hair.
Like a lioness, she was also observing six children in her care.
She ran the entire spelling bee by herself last Saturday.
She has endless energy, stated my cousin Gay.
Her pies are tastier than anything I could ever bake.
She is a healthy wizard who never has any kind of ache.
The woman in question reached up into her hair.
Took out a streak of magic and hit Gay in the derriere.
I began to laugh my petootsie off, so she zapped me too.
She is brilliant, we both agreed, but also a tiny bit shrew.
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