When an end 'tis near and the energy's gone,
we're not able to even lift one scrawny finger
no more filling our bellies or rubbing one out,
yes, only penned sonnets forever shall linger
Poems
Hitting poetic nails on the head
Till we're not only merely
but really most sincerely dead
Here you are folks 'tis our poem of the week,
now sonneted special for a premodern freak
opining 'til blue-faced as science impossible
stuck in the past of olden facts irresponsible
My cock wants me to touch it
He's a one-eyed bird cheeping
alone in his small sad cage
My knob thinks all for himself
He's a one-eyed snake stalking
spunk for gratification
My love worm creeps secretly
He's a one-eyed slug leaching
lust for self-medication
My meat whistle begs stroking
He's a cyclops on steroids
monstrously making trouble
My skin sword must be conquered
He's a one-eyed Norse chief god
turning goodness against me
My dick wants me to feel it
He's a one-eyed jack lacking
love for his exquisite queen
I'm tired of it all
The jackbooted gall
The belfries of men
So unsmart and small
I'm tired of the game
The walks of sham shame
The unearned self-worth
Too lofty and lame
I'm tired of the lot
All piss and no pot
Delusive women
So hot on the trot
I'm tired of the ruse
The fakeness and schmooze
The cry offs and cants
Too short on the fuse
You make believe whatever you want
but that won't change any of the facts
the only reality 'tis in scientific truths
how a modern-day human should act
Only one more poem from the seer poet man,
as gospels of mystic science do show and tell
Catching scientific fact up to god 'tis my plan,
credulous progeny with others don't mix well
I mustn't forget I'm nearing my ends
undoubtably I'll soon find death year
Since I'm needing to be remembered
I'll render mystic science truths here
We scribble in so many words
Mementos on a minstrel's mind
Each coinage flying free as birds
Discharging droppings duly signed
We author categorically
Convictions in a rimester's root
Each sonnet metaphorically
Remaining for one last salute
We write down verses in the now
Reflections of the poet's past
Each musing like a timeless vow
Suspending vers libres half-mast
I pledge devotion
To the earth
Of the elongating big bang universe
And to provable fact
For which it dwells
One cosmos under truth
Undeniable, with critical
thinking for all
Modern-day poems will patch up the gaps
tween the sciences of 2000BC and 2000AD
human mysticism shall be allowed to stay,
every theology pre-Copernicus replastered
Make no mistake, listening well
I'm calling from beyond the veil!
I crossed over, still here I'm back
see me waving my rhyming cap?
So, if I'm gone yet still harp hello
I may too be an immortal fellow!
Querying now, from 'neath grave
did you write any poetries today?
