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Irate Watcher Aug 2014
Until the rain melts
and clouds bump
into the sun,
you can try
and elude me.

Until rabbit ******
is outlawed and
Alice grows up,
you can try and
outwit me.

Until horses
stop galloping
and cheetahs are fat,
you can try and
outrun me.

Until beggers
choose and choosers
beg,
you can try and
turn on me.

Until down is up
and up is down,
you can try and
outreach me.

But I will continue chasing you,
around landmines,
hopping rabbit holes,
and fighting currents,
until you are mine.
Irate Watcher Aug 2014
life run amuk

resets with human *touch.
Irate Watcher Jul 2014
Hi,

You've already forgot my name,
but I'm selling something!!!
I don't know how it works, but
It's really great!
It'll rock your world,
change the game,
and make you rich.
You'd be crazy not to try it!!

Plus what I'm selling
is better than what he's selling.
Why? Cause I care about you.
He doesn't care about you —
he just cares about money.
Buy what I'm selling
and you'll see the difference.

Trust me. I'm your guy
and you NEED
what I'm selling.
It would be a great fit.
And once you have it
you'll never
have to imagine
yourself without it
again.
how NOT to sell something.
Irate Watcher Jul 2014
Pants hang from my tree;
so please knock —
before bothering me.

I'm not homeless.

The park is my shelter
The grass, my bed.
The wind, my comforter
and sunny California,
my adopted mother.
Irate Watcher Jul 2014
Put your head down
and werk.
Put your feet up
and twerk.
Run quickly
and watch the  
pavement blur.

Don't ask questions.
Love you answers,
and explanations,
your valuations,
and justifications.

In the mood for pizza?
Cause the shop's on your left.
In 0.5 miles, it will be on your left.
ON YOUR LEFT.
YOUR DESTINATION IS ON THE LEFT.
Rerouting...

the protocol is exactly THIS,
not THAT.
So just do it.
checkmark.
Nike said so.

Just buy it.
we suggest it.
Just try the Quesarilla
#tacobell #mexicanfood #foodporn
#pleasegetmemoreviews

How bout a selfie
where you look miserable
and unhealthy.
But you're a celebrity.
Rub your likeness
on me and
I'll get you publicity.

#fire
#ice
#rain
What happened to real pain?
And did dissonance disappear?
Why must I hide my tears?
And be bright and happy
And ogle guys with fohawks
trimmed so carefully.
And live a lie,
of numbers and rye
bread is the worst,
sandwiched in bursts.
We all live
and we all hurt
and we all deserve
a life like hers.
who you say?
Kim Kardashian,
of course.
Love is an art.

And I can barely
draw you a stick figure.
Funny story. True story.
15/1/14
Irate Watcher Jul 2014
From birth
he fed on her snow
her sun,
her sweat,
her tears,
her ancient years.

he swam between
her skinny ways,
shrouded in seaweed
in shallows he stole
her plankton.

slick and spiny
he preyed,
electric
he shocked,
and shadowed
her moonlight thunder.

poked his head
in her crevices,
rode in her waves,
and stirred her current.

But he was in her,
like the snow.
And despite his bad manners,
she preferred him inside her
than to be stuck on the sand,
in another's land.
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