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beelzebub jones
Poems
Mar 2014
my life
waddle waddle waddle; at full throttle.
squeaking up a roar.
slamming, in a silent way
almost every open door.
dawdle dawdle dawdle; coo and coddle.
virtues of a *****.
never learning how to play
but always keeping score.
model model model; ship in bottle,
seeking out a shore.
life is only just today
not after or before.
rumble rumble rumble; belly grumble.
breaking for a fix.
deciding indecision
when it's time to call it quits.
mumble mumble mumble; feeling humble.
empty bag of tricks.
in need of some religion
and a lot of politics.
stumble stumble stumble; trip and tumble.
cross the river styx.
blinded by a vision
of the future it predicts.
gentle gentle gentle; swollen pimple.
tender and it hurts!
squeezing brings on some relief
when it pops and then it squirts.
mental mental mental; slow and simple.
cultural perverts.
with the honors of a thief,
disaster winks and flirts.
rental rental rental; gods and temple.
slogans on t-shirts.
the crux of the belief?
that everyone converts!
fiddle fiddle fiddle; dance in middle.
shoes made of cement.
following without a lead,
a purpose or intent.
brittle brittle brittle; sung through spittle.
this lyrical lament.
from the chains that all are freed
when all of life is spent.
riddle riddle riddle; with a little,
tantalizing hint.
if every want fulfilled a need.
would the sated be content?
Written by
beelzebub jones
midtown manhattan
(midtown manhattan)
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