So many, many people work so hard to buy it all
I'm still waiting for the day I see a hearse followed by a Uhaul.

Today is a day
For family and fun
I can't wait
To see everyone
Not only because I miss them
But also because
I like a little humor
With my poetry
And if you knew my family
That's everything I see
So expect a bunch of writes
From me

I really, really, really
Need to find a sane guy
Who is crazy enough
To take me on

Luckily I do not need to be put back together
Before I learn to fly

Ever have one of those days
When it feels like
Your teeth are wearing a
Sweater
Even after you've brushed them
More than once

He intentionally waits to respond to her messages
So she won't know he's hanging on every word

We may finally get it
Though it may be to late
We should all accept
The opposite of "gay"
Is not "straight"

I wanted her to be
Cookie Monster for Halloween
But the idea was soon poo pooed
By all who are in my team
Apparently everyone thinks
Girls' costumes must come in pinks

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 can't believe you people are making me defend
This *******
Donald Trump is in no way responsible for any shooting
You're blaming him
We should be blaming us
We're the demented society
That makes people feel so
Angry and powerless
They make a hold at a twisted branch
On a futile climb
Up a crooked tree
And we stand around watching
Pretending to ignore
Like the scene is invisible
We are just as responsible for this
As any politician

Please do not lead
With your sexuality or race
I want something more than
Who attracts you
Or the color of your face
Tell me your dreams
And your nightmares
Give me what's laying inside
Give me something deeper
Than the hue of your shell
Or who you want to ride

The greatest treasure
You can give
Anyone
And everyone
Is to accept them
For who they are

I describe him as
A giftly person
He leaves gifts around
Most often
Invisible
Wherever he goes
He's a gift
In and of himself
And he has no idea
How precious he is

Dude
You can't be serious
With the
Romeo
Love poem shtick
You got going on
You trying so hard to attract
*****
Well
Let's just say
***** finds that very
Unattractive
Just be kind
Preferably smart
And definitely thoughtful
Girls don't want Romeo
We would prefer Bob the Builder

There is an American newspaper
Which pulled an obituary
Written by children
Of a horrible mother
Saying she was a horrible mother
Apparently the press
Is not a proponent
Of
Freedom of the press

Being that I am a female
I am used to being put upon uncomfortably by my own body
Need I go any further than *******
Although I could
Society, however
Is my ***

Girly mustaches are never much fun
They're a blight to everyone
Whatever you're packing between your legs
A girly mustach puts you in the dregs

There is no problem worth your life
We've all had our share of strife
Looming monsters, big today
Tomorrow will seem child's play
Take the chance, and give a try
Don't believe in your brain's lie
Tomorrow is another day
You can make it go your way

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

In general
You want to leave
People
And places
Better than when you found them

God Loves Water
She displays Her miracles
Through water
She clears mistakes
Away
With water
God probably lets more whales Into Heaven
Than She does
People

You ever notice how some of these "feminist" male apologists are more condescending in their apologies, than the men they are apologizing for?

He wasn't the most handsome man in the world
Or the richest
But when I'd put Nana' s lipstick on
And kiss the top of his bald head before he went to work
He would come home after a long day
Still wearing those kisses

Father's day
For me
Is all about you

Most of my favorite clothes
Were bought at a thrift store

Sometimes
You feel you are being buried
When you are simply being planted

I can tell you can't get enough of me
Such sincere and sweet flattery
I wish so bad you did it for me
But I think of you in only friendly
I did nothing wrong, but feel so sorry
Please hurry up and get over me

How many lies
Does it take
Before you stop believing
That lover
Who lies to you
All the time
You keep blaming the lover
For lying to you
It's a twisted
Guilt game
Y'all got going
But darlin'
You playing it
Too

I can not fit my opinion to what your situation might be
I cannot express myself freely
Constantly worrying I might hurt someone's feelings
Because they had a traumatic history
Or present
And if you think I'm out of line
Please state so
At the time
And put me in my place
In public
As it should be
If you send me a private
Guilt trip message
I don't want to see it.

You're out
Licking the donut glaze off your fingertips
There are the guys who turn you on, because they are watching
There are the guys who's gaze makes you cringe
It has little to do with appearance
It's in their way
If only we could explain the way to guys

I suppose the worst part
About being a wise-***
Is that unwise people
Get ****** at your jokes

I write my haiku
Thinking maybe it will do
But I hate counting

I've stopped shaving my armpits
Protesting these gender norms
I don't shave my legs either
I refuse to conform!
I think you girls should join me
In solidarity...
Oh, who the hell am I kidding
I'm just being lazy

Once upon a time
A wise girl named Krista
Said a lot of great ****
She thought everyone would copy it
But she was bigger in her head
Nobody gave a **** what she said

Do you hear the footsteps drumming through our shopping malls?
Make no mistake, they have become our new-age hallowed halls
Cookie-cutting each of us
To unlined paper dolls

I call him "Beautiful"
He says, "no, nana, that's what you call a girl"
I said, "so let me ask you, Boo, is the sunrise a girl, too?"

I think maybe I might just be
Too **** happy
I mean, considering my mom beat the **** out of me most of my childhood, until she died of an overdose
And my grandparents' next door neighbor, who took advantage of me when I was pre-school age
Or, my teenage pregnancy
Or maybe my daughter who died, when I was 23.  
My stroke, in which I almost died, but not before I went crazy
Putting it all on Facebook, publicly
The year I spent recovering in the nursing home....
But I'm just too **** happy to be a serious poet.
(Sometimes I get ****** listening to people complain about How ******* tough their life is)

Hi, I'm your happy ******
Have you got some *****
Before we get started
Let's go over the rules
First, you can't put ANYTHING close to my ***
Also, I'm disgusted by the taste of ***
Plus, I refuse to put my face close to near your crotch
And please don't touch my breast
My **** surgery was botched
Pay no attention to that oozing sore, or maybe two
And when were all done, I'll probably rob you
But I'm your happy ******
Are you ready for some fun?

Nobody seems to care
About the happy poet
It can get very depressing
Being a happy poet
I just can't seem to let that dirt sit
On my shoulder
And so I remain
Happy poet

Sit and rest a while
Maybe we can bring back that smile
Lessons can be hard to learn
And we have all had our turn
But just like we have made it through
You will find that you can, too
Just sit and rest a while

I'm sorry, miss
We have to revoke your hashtag license
You put the tag of "****** abuse"
On a poem about breastfeeding.

My poem

It is not fatal
But no one has ever been cured
Doctors have tried
But they are not able
To put a stop to the absurd

Cutting out those who disagree
Is the path to inner destruction
Nobody is right all the time
There are only those who
Think they are always right
Ever notice how they would rather
Ex people out, than prove their theory?

Heartbreak lends itself to poetry
The invisible pain we all can see

It is painful to break someone's heart
It does not feel good to hurt a Person so deeply
As to break their heart
In most cases
Guilt trips are
Unnecessary

How many times
Will you blame your lover
For breaking your heart
Before you realize
You're the Bozo who keeps Handing your heart over to
Heart-breakers

Hearts are never broken
Without the owner's
Participation

On the carton
Of my Newman's Own
It says
"Pink ****** Lemonade"
What a heartless *******
Newman must be
Not even allowing
Those poor pink lemons
To get laid
At least once
Before he squeezes
Out their
Lemon life

I think I might blink with a sarcastic tone