This is less a poem
And more an observation
But
Whoever decided to call it a "******"
Deserves a standing ovation

Dear DeShane
My hero knight
The best in all the world
Who makes his poor sick mother
Into the luckiest girl

(Thank you for taking such good care of me, and I'm so sorry that you have to.  I promise to be a really great nana.  I guess that's the best I can do for you now)

I know it bothers your soul
That I can contact you
At any time
And you have no way to me
You just can't stand the fact
That I have become free
But really, you sit in my mind
And thus, I'm still enslaved
I think I may take these chains
With me right to the grave

I don't know if it's more annoying to see the behavior of a teenager, and think "stop trying to be so grownup," or an adult, long past should know better, and think, "grow the **** up."

I just couldn't bring myself to say it
Let's hope we've seen the last of the hued moon poems

Very often
I notice
Rich people buy their wealth
By exchanging their morals

How many years before humans can have a gender addition surgery, instead of reassignment?  Why can't I get a *****, and keep my ******?

I can see why they sang of the octopus
Such a miraculous beast
Though nothing rhymes with octopus
That song was an incredible feat

Sometimes, I read peoples' writings of God
And can't help but feel
If any other name were inserted
I'd be reading about
A controlling boyfriend
In a co-dependant relationship
With a writer blissfully unaware

In some ways
I rely on my
Brain explosion
To excuse my saying
(Or doing)
Stupid ****
Apparently
I'm offensive
To people
Maybe it's because
My brain exploded
Or maybe
I'm just a ****
I.don't know
What my deal is
But I do know
I don't try
To hurt people
Take it
For what it's worth

Dude
You're rude
And ignorant too
You're Archie Bunker
Sneezing all over
Infected with flu
Your the pile of dogshit
In the front yard
The completely limp ****
That just can't get hard
You're the too wet buggar
That just won't flick off
You are saggy *******
All wrinkly and soft
You are the Grinch
Without the grown heart
You are the publicly
Loud, stinky ****
You are the gum
Stuck on the shoe
I can't think of one good thing
To say about you

I tell my kids
It's never "everyone."
If it's "everyone" else
It's "you"

I give myself permission to say
Stupid ****
Diddlysquit
I'm not above
Being foolish
Embarrassment is
A funny dish

Pay no attention to the title
I just had to draw you in
What I really want to talk about
Is something more within
Can a conscience be measured
Or weighed for what it's worth
Oh......forget it
I'd really rather think about blow jobs.

I love that he's so confident
He opens himself up real wide
Gives us all a peek
What's sitting there inside
He's not afraid to feel
But keeps it real classy
That man is wonderfully loyal
To his family
He sends me on mental gymnastics
The exhilarating kind
Oh that guy can give me
An ****** of the mind
I prefer to keep it casual
As that's the only way
I'm not looking for a lover
Just enjoying his friendship today

One of the most painful experiences a woman can endure is to love a man who doesn't deserve her

We want the government to
Regulate
And bring a stop to school shootings
Perhaps we forget
The first school shooting
Was committed by
Our government
And, by the way
Their guns were totally
Regulated

I'm watching a documentary about racist groups
Such as the KKK
Has anyone else noticed
These white supremacists
Are the most out of shape
Dirtiest
And foul-mouthed humans
Ever encountered?
Apparently
Supremacy
Is very
Unsupreme

Back in the day, we roasted people
All you wee knuckleheads need to know
That talking a little crap
Shouldn't be enough to make you snap

My daughter loves my poetry
As if she doesn't know
She is the most beautiful
Poetic thing
I've ever created

I wonder if I can get a correct answer by asking the community, and with less effort.  Plus, I offer the community the opportunity to impart wisdom....though I seem to have a mental block, because I've actually looked it up before (more than once)
Anyways...please tell me....
Who was it who said,
"Not all who wander are lost"
?
Maybe I won't forget this time.  
I feel it common knowledge, I am uncapable of having
(This somehow feels poetic, to me)

Harder on the giver
Than the receiver
I think
It is really tough
To practice
Tough love

Maybe someday
We'll have Unthanksgiving
All the things that have ****** us off
In this life we're living
I've got whole list
I'm sure you do too
What in the world
Is an unthankful girl to do?
I've got no special day
To concentrate on the let downs
I suppose for just today
I'll walk around with a frown

She had the aura
Of a woman
In love with a man
Who didn't deserve her

I wonder how long a **** will stink under the covers
Does ****-stink disappear
Or does it spend all night
Just lingering there

Do not blame someone for falling out of love with you when you have behaved unlovably

If it stirs your heart it is poetry
--Suzy Masser (but now I'm stressing I spelled her name wrong)

I do not bleed over the page
Poetry is not sweating from my pores
I tend to ***** out my words

He was A great guy
And pretty cute
We flirted back and forth
After a while, we wound up in bed
And he went for all he was worth
Unfortunately it didn't last long
I didn't expect the whole playlist
But at least, please finish the song

Cried for help
Except you don't need help
You crave attention
Pulling at heartstrings
For (What the hell is it really for?)
Someone to give you a thought
I guess
Seems futile
You're gonna have to give it back real soon
But I hope it made you feel loved
All that short-lived attention
From all those uninterested  strangers
Whatever gets your rocks off

I wonder if you know
When I mean you
And also
When I don't

At what point did we agree that *** was number one
And poo was number two
Poor poo, forever relegated
To be in second place
No wonder that it stinks so bad
The revenge of solid waste

I wrote you fifty poems, and somehow you let the one I wrote about him break your heart.

"Suicide has a way of leaving a wake of potential saviors behind it."
--Quinn

My definition of what it means to be "human.:" :The ability to laugh at myself.

He's the stickiest sweet
You'll ever meet
And he's gonna get stuck in my teeth
If you're into that crew
He'll get stuck in yours too
But remain just right out of reach

Being a girl means feeling compelled to apologize to the person who got in your way.
Or when somebody hurts you, and you beg them to stay.
That is being a girl
A woman, on the other hand
Will not beg for any man
And woe to you who block her way
For she has not come here to play

You are rather beautiful
I heard him say
I hope she didn't take that as a compliment

We got a lot of people on this site
Who seem to believe
They can "unlike" the truth
Away
I'm gonna take every "unlike" as a compliment
And if you block me
I'll know I really got it to you hard
And I spanked your ***
Which is now wearing my handprint in red

I farted today in public
I did not have a choice
I'm pretty adept at farting
Without making any noise
I'd already farted
A couple times
And they'd passed the ol' smell check
So when I had to **** in the meeting
I thought "oh what the heck"
But this time it smelled
Like a beach at lowest ride
Ugh, why did I have to do this
When we were all inside
I wrinkled my nose
You know how it goes
And pretended it wasn't me
But how does one distance themselves
From a smell reeking so noxiously
I tried to look innocent
As a girl could be
I did all I could, short of saying
"Peeeeeyoooou, that wasn't me"

Wherever you go
There you are
Right there with yourself
Be kind to you
Whatever you do
You are your companion
Refuse to make this journey
With a ****** companion
Treat yourself kindly
Wine thee and dine thee
Smile a lot, and say
No matter what I'm doing
It's gonna be a ****** good day
You are the boss of your own mind
So whatever you do, please be kind

I was molested by a neighbor
When I was five, or maybe three
Although I finally got it back
That creep took something from me
I tried to tell my nana
But quickly put that idea upon the shelf
I could tell from her expression
She was going to blame herself

I can see you cry in the rain
I can hear your burp, next to a train
I know you farted in a field of flowers
I can tell you're a **** with no toilet for miles

Is there really anything more boring than perfect?

It is an issue
That you are everywhere
The guy standing there
The poem over here
A glimpse of you
Is all I see
But you are everywhere
I be

I'm so petty
And unpretty
When someone has been rude
And leaves their poem here
In the ****
I can't help but be a little siked
If it doesn't get liked

When tough love
Meets up
With someone
Too weak to.
Handle it

Him:  "What are you up to"

Me: "Laying on the couch, watching tv"

Him: "I'd give my last bottle of insulin to be the big spoon in all that."

And just like that....the sweetest thing any boy ever said to me.

I'm not sure I believe the story
About the three wise men
It sounds great, but I swear
I'm not sure there's ever been three wise men
Together anywhere

It just might be
Memories
Are more valuable than money
In that bad memories
Money don't buy away