Poems

I'd never tortured anyone before

hadn't seen it done 

although I understood what it is, yet

I thought fire might be the most excruciating

while ripping off fingernails with pliers

or smashing toes with a ball-peen hammer

also came to mind, however

I stuck with my original idea

and using a little gasoline 

I lit Chump's hand and wrist on fire

Well, he screamed like it might be

the most painful agony humanly unimaginable

then passed out as the flames hit his forearm

When Chump woke up a few minutes later

he began weeping uncontrollably 

and begging me to stop, still

I ignored his pitiful pleas for mercy

and repeated the test on his other hand, only

after crying out once like bloody murder

Chump had a heart attack and died

The founding fathers attempted to make the system sound

But George Orwell found a weakness in their Animal Farm

For greedy bastards will always try to be more equal

Representative democracy is their lucky charm

The founding fathers are now rolling over in their graves

For what is happening in America is insane

The multibillionaires have taken over the farmland

And the best way to stop them is a bullet to their brain

The drum roll claps out of the blue

Like thunderbolts on distant shores

The time has come to say goodbye

The calling card both mine and yours

The drum beat booms nightmarishly

Like rumblings hurled by Grecian gods

The time has come to bid farewell

For mortals cannot beat the odds

The paradiddle calls finis

Like last rim shots upon the snare

The time has come to let it go

The life as twins we got to share

And if my death comes suddenly, a heart attack or fall

same applies heartfelt goodbyes, here now to cover all

There'll be no communication sans atom not animate

so, whilst I can as a living man, no longer shall I wait!

I'm riding a malfunctioning elevator

that's opening before I reach the floors

leaving me hanging between stages

forcing me to see layers simultaneously

And all are quite perplexingly warped

ceiling up, walkway down, middle both

while believing I'm on the first level

I'm very fearfully falling back to the fifth

Oh, I'm no longer that idiotic fool

who hurts then burns his bridges

I dropped my nutty, no more being cruddy

and I bloody well won't relapse again!

I'm not that guy who winds up alone

withering away in a broken motel room

I've discovered my stride, yes love's inside

the burning question now 'tis when?

I shan't be that old, pathetic saboteur

destroying all the love he's acquired

why not indeed, I've uncovered my speed

but please tell me this isn't a whim!

When the grim reaper roars my name

As shocking as that truth may come

The last thought in my baffled brain

Will be of you my twinly chum

When the pale horseman howls at me

As jolting as that whinny sounds

The last thought in my hopeful head

Will be of your sweet princely crowns

When the hard bone collector calls

As ghastly as that knell may loom

The last thought in my dumbstruck mind

Will be of us from womb to tomb

If I end up lying unconscious or so gravely ill I'm unresponsive,

well of course then I won't be having any more words with you

And although I'll still be here alive and breathing in life's cheer

final speeches made won't make any lists of what I still can do

We are still here

Still in the hunt

But near the end

To be quite blunt

We are still here

Not dead twins yet

But not much time

To strut and fret

We are still here

Still in the game

But soon must go

To whence we came

Mine has been an E ticket ride, while standing in line as a duo!

I didn't enter the park alone, all amusements came with a hero

My life has been an adventurous kind, I've seen and done a lot!

I don't have any money to show, great memories are what I got

Oh, we were lucky to be us, 'twas as if we'd won the big lottery!

had lots of fun on our interesting run and all of it came for free

Here is what's going to happen

You come into this world unclad

At risk and small and softheaded

But not alone

Not as a twin

You're stark naked but with someone

A DNA identical

Right there in the womb for nine months

Feeding off the same placenta

This is what's going to happen

You grow up and old together

Brashly cute and codependent

But not solo

Not on your own

You're well-dressed but in deep water

Clones of modus operandi

Right here for sixty-five plus years

Heading to the same old brick wall

There will be no indelible headstones for us

For the likes of us as our father used to say

Our Asian wives will have our bodies burned

Then scatter the ashes to send us on our way

I'll ask my wife to pour me into the sea

Perhaps your wife will plant you in the yard

Our dusty atoms tossed with no trace

Hats off to the twin who plays the last card