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James Court May 2017
Happy birthday to you
Now you're thirty and greyed
Enjoy your new wrinkles
And I hope you get laid
For my ancient housemate on the occasion of his 30th birthday. My proudest work.
James Court May 2017
Drag, drag, drag your boat,
gently through mud and **** that
before was a stream

Humpty Trumpty sat
in his gold penthouse chanting,
"We will build a wall!"

Old MacDonald had
a farm on cleared forest land,
E-I-E-I-O

Do you know the nut-/
gluten-/dairy-/egg-/sugar-
free muffin man? No?

She sells seashells by
the steadily rising and
trash-bestrewn seashore

If you're happy and
you know it, get a shrink; it's
2017.
Got any more ideas?
James Court May 2017
It's just a play we're ******
into, and though we must
beware of what's ahead,
we all will end up dead -
and in this foolish game,
the losses are the same
as wins. Therefore, if you
decide to follow through
and straighten your affairs,
you'll still climb all those stairs
with those who left it all
to chance, and had a ball
ignoring how the rules
were written. Are they fools -
or are they simply folk
who understand the joke?
James Court May 2017
It's just a sandbox of reality,
a temporary timeshare, ours for now.
So what if, by some staggering degree,
we've simply let it go awry somehow,
and left the land in tears,
ignoring all the knowledge that we did
acquire through the years
to shuffle on, bemused by life, amid
the Ev'rests of destruction that we leave?
Yea, better that we humans all were rid,
to gift her with the time she needs to grieve
and banish all her fears.

This self-destruction is, you must agree,
a crueler tribute than we can allow.
She's just a sandbox of reality,
a temporary timeshare,

ours -

for now.
James Court May 2017
A cool, gentle breeze;
the countryside is shrouded
in sweet morning dew
James Court May 2017
You forged a map
  whilst quite unaware
    that he was in want of direction,
      and though he was lost
        and close to despair,
he mustered his will and he made a connection.

You spoke of an age
  from aeons ago;
    a harmony sweet to his ears.
      Though sep'rate by worlds,
        you drew him in slow
and extinguished his nerves and his bleakest of fears.

You opened yourself up
  to him like a rose,
    when discord and tension were rife,
      and gifted him naifly
        with welcome repose
when you entered his otherwise workaday life.

You flooded his thoughts,
  a tempestuous storm,
    your tales of love as his guide,
      and whilst he took your lead
        and began to transform,
he learned to catch starlight with you by his side.

And how can he thank you
  for touching him so,
    when he still barely knows who he is?
      The best he can do
        is to write you a verse -
a mainline direct to your heart, from his.
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