You Think This Is A Game?

Fimfivver Poems

Wait one ******* minute... Okay, I'm one of those okie doke mother ******* huh? Waddling and quaking right in to your pitiful rouse Marksmen can make targets out of anything Cans, bottles, fools On the ground On a fence Hurled towards oblivion Pull! Hope fills the beacon as it crests the ascension Notions of survival fashioned in a free fall -Similar Sensibilities- Gems sought out in dirt clods Friends amongst fiends Love's Gemini; Lust Truthfulness in desire Falicy gives the sustance of Chinese food Gorging to the brink of gastric obliteration Satisfaction meets it's pinnacle Where does the mountaineer go when peaks become plateaus? You will come down too Soon enough you will come down - The Simplest Adages- Up is one half of a cycle that controls us all Every dog has it's day Every birthday suite; a funeral tuxedo Remember to smile big It's the only chance you have to win Happy victims Mercilessness's only weakness Clay pigeons with guts grinning