Don't freshen your breath.
Make your breath fresh!
27th May 2014
This is my writing and not a poem. It started as a joke on Facebook which caused a reaction by many. I felt compelled to add this memorable piece to my collection which is clearly not loved however viewed by many. I guess it must be the title. As much as 11.3k views on 17th Nov 2014 and I don't think it has peaked! By the way, I am a gifted poet but this is not a poem. This is just me being me. Read further down for my epic poems. "Wolf of Wall Street", "Charlie Sheen", "Black, Brown, Yellow & White", "The Dude", "Jack", "Cubism", "Cigarette". Actually most of my poems are epic! Trust me when I say that there is no poet quite like me. I really am the chosen one.
420 views & 0 likes as at 6th July 2014 at 09:48. Does anyone get what I'm saying? :-)
1k views on 2nd Sept 2014 at 22:37 with only 1 like :-( What's wrong with all of you.
9.1k views on 5th Nov 2014. Holy Moly :-)
9.2k views on 6th Nov 2014. I think it's about time I put the above into context. What I'm trying to say is brush your teeth instead of using mints, chewing gum and mint spray to freshen your breath.
You cannot help someone
if they won't help themselves.
If you have hinted
Confronted them about the problem
And they get all defensive .
I get frustrated
When they look away.
And when they are in denial
When I try to point out to them
It's for their own well being.
They seems to be a lack of conmucation.
What can you do when
People neglect their personal care.
Just stand by and watch
And not do a single Thing about it.
I'm not afraid of spiders,
Unless they invade my head space.
I'm not afraid of heights,
I'd rather jump off the highest hill to feel those
Three moments of infinity.
I, however am afraid of the dentist.
I don't have a clear explanation,
But I was traumatized.
Mother said she's calling them Monday.
You see, I haven't been to the dentist in
Yes, a lot, I know. It's not healthy.
I don't care.
I do not want the dentist.
Don't make me go.
I am ragged and
In velveteen splendour.
Assembled by a drunk,
Who couldn't remember
I'm too tall for my height.
You are pulpy and bright
Like today's magazines.
Your eyes are spotless like
And they fold and crease
in smiles at me.
You find me funny.
I am sterile and naked
And aching with
I'll bend into positions to
Get your attention.
I am fixed in the curb,
and you gather the nerve
to cope with my most
(I love you. I forget to mention.)
You've never indulged in
You wrap my arms around
like I'm a scarf.
I make you laugh.
You've never been
out on the scene.
You've never found yourself
between two strangers
in a darkened room.
Bedroom theatre's not
You've never smoked.
You've never drank so much
on hot-bodied vomit and
collapsed in the road.
You had four pints of
and I watched you explode.
From your skin I lick atoms of the sky and shampoo.
You are dripping with hygiene,
You are clear, you are blue.
In mirrors you stand and watch me watching you.
i like to turn into a girl once in a fortnight
after i just washed my hair...
and take a selfie!
then i read the fashion magazine alongside marquis de sade...
and it makes perfect sense to rape beauty like that...
well according to the marquis it does.
how's my hair? styled properly brushed to the side
long against anti-clockwise curtains of lock
that was propaganda with hitler adopting the charlie chaplin
moustache and people after nazism ensured confusion
whether to split it to the right rather than the left?
i’m right-handed, i need the power base of keratin on my cranium
hanging to the left!