Prettier than you...?
Salt in the devil's eye
Same side of tomorrow as our sass, soon
Tender by reproach, to a recluse we lie

Upon a native bed
Seldom, to instill, anything but beauty?
Stares and charity's we lead
Curious? question your consequence for lucre

Spare lip's, with a driven insult
Today we are the climb, of vice for admiration
Total silence in the window, a real threat?
If a legend ever see's the care of least, we meant...

Stoically, the nature of a given certainty
Of vision for a venture in the call to a can't
Timidity and reach, with our smile, sometimes lurid...
Learn the speed of limit's, we suffice is and

And a season of reasons we favor, with all and spice?
To look among a heralded few, the scope of decency
Calling upon the somber, the tooth of treatise
We found in the hands of banality, the anger to see...

The shadows have a lover with no sense...?
Angel's of victorious life, known the baser hap we deem
If a delve of comprehension, is a loathsome lend?
Of wizened salt … with a rage comes the patience of them?

His X ***** fused with her X ova,
She gave birth to a baby girl,
He didn't like the outcome,
He wanted a boy to carry on his name,
On her he put the blame,
Stirred quite a fuss.
She lost her patience,
Refused to accept the consequence.
Gave him a piece of her mind,
As his orthodox  mother glared from behind,
My ***** produce only ** ova,
You have XY *****,
Your Y ***** were not quick and manly enough to fuse my X ova,
So be satisfied and keep what you have got,
Better luck next time,
If I give you second chance.
4/6/2019

A Spirit of Terror stalks the land
Ruination now is near at hand
All eyes fix upon the man
Whose face doth sneer with cold command
Like unto Ozymandias of old
His claim to greatness takes no hold
The people cower, make no stand
The Empire itself reduced to sand
Surely Shelley would understand.

cirein-cròin of the sea
i beg of you, beguile me
of how you wept on heavens knees
underneath the cedar tree

tell how you slept so gently there
together then, of both your fair
and then, mind you, she did dare
to lay a kiss,
and run gentle through your hair

or how you both, laughed and played,
in the meadow, on that day,
with the wheatgrass’ whipping frays
and the dear gold sun’s mild ray

cirein-cròin of the sea
i do beg you, answer me
how so has it come to be
that tears were shed,
under heaven’s cedar tree

bubbling brew
in cast iron cauldron
swirling liquid heat
spell invoked
by a smarmy little dwarf
up he yells
come out of
whispering rumors
ancient phobias
bring rare beauty to evil
a foggy haze
then a fetching female
of shapely curves emerges
excited little dwarf jumps
up and down on tiny feet
tongue lolling around
this pulchritude his to groom
a touch of aloe added
to soften her pale skin
a pinch of stardust blown
to open her innocent eyes
to his ***** animal hunger
and that is what
his newest spell
would satisfy in him

Dung Beg is an Irish
pillage in Counting
Clare where Trumpet
owns the local Caddy's
who maintain the Green
where our St Patrick Day
**** is harvested for an
annual universal ridicule,
exaggerated by polluting
The Hudson with liquid envy.

Brittle end to beauty of nature
Appeared so premature
Like an ****** fever
With threat so severe
Ignition of woods
Spoiling the moods
Instantly burning
Eager flamed turning
Raging forest fire
Fire eating the fire
Here nothing is to admire
Blaze outside
Blaze inside

To, make this World, pollution free,
Have you,my boy,planted your tree ??