Take my wife, please
She's coyly game
Twosome? Threesome?
It's all the same!
Take my wife, please
She now speaks French
Menage a trois
Let's drench the wench!
Poems
I only con for money I don't rob banks
I promise you all this 'tis not my fault!
load point gun then rob and flee bank
I swear to you I've never done assault
hey, I'm no monster I'm businessman
I hire hits from time to time as a boss
I'm not some fucking mass-murderer
if you say it, I'm giving you the sauce
We're all fools in a rat race
Climbing up on doggy piles
Dire heaps of suffocation
Where upon the rat king smiles
We're all caught in a rat cage
Grasping for the holy grail
Dashed dreams of disappointment
Where the rat king ties its tail
We're all rats in a sewer
Searching for the highest ground
Dry places of warm comfort
Where the top rat kings are found
Death means never being heard from again
Death is the end of the long winding road
Never say never my wayfaring friend
Look back with love at your life a la mode
Death means never being alive again
Death means the end of the boat rowing stream
Time to give up and surrender my friend
Look back with peace at your jolly good dream
Never to be heard from again
sound like a parting of friend
yet mean truth strike a chord
as surely this must be an end
Have my name in the Wikipedia
searched same as a Hemingway
as well quoted as a Shakespeare
all dead one's like Viginia Woolf
Emily Dickinson Mary Shelley's
as Ayn Rand or James Baldwin!
Even a dead rat cut in half can grow flowers
given time and a sharp dose of the weathers
but a dead rat cut in half can't return a maze
yet flowers newly returned made him better
I got a blank on Buddha's pyramid!
I flunked out in Psychology's class
Never too late will be now's motto!
all else 'tis but shadowing my past
All that pain expression had to go somewhere,
as an implosion sucked in my puffed-up chest
Pushed out 'pon ethers of verbally destructive,
'tis vehemently ugly hate for my own familiar
There's a thorn in my side
That never stops chafing
A hole dark and daunting
As stark madness raving
My thorn seeks assuagement
In a place who knows where
Incomplete and halfway
Never quite getting there
There's a thorn in my side
That just keeps on aching
A sore deep and wounding
As bleeding hearts breaking
I'm a temporary man with a temporary thought
wearing temporary suits temporarily I had saw,
I'm live camouflage in temporary human being,
oh, I'm a temporary thing, according to the law!
I'm 'pon the US Wait-n-Sea!
improvise my ship doth not
hear a life shall wait for me
time redeeming all but lost!
