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Poems

Jude kyrie Nov 2015
Man Finds peace .                  Man loses fun
Man finds woman--                Man loses freedom
Man finds Freedom---            Man loses innocence
Man finds riches---                 Man loses friends
Man finds love----                   Man loses mind
Man finds truth-                 -- Man loses the deal
Man finds Christianity-        Man loses atheism
Man finds atheism-----          Man loses soul
Man finds girlfriend---         Man loses wife
Man finds wine--                - Man loses sobriety
Man finds contentment--- -Man loses drive
Man finds anger.              ---Man loses cool
Man finds gambling.        --Man loses money
Man finds sickness--         -Man loses health
Man finds old age---           Man loses hair
Man finds death---             Man loses life*


Newtons Law -
-For every action there is an equal
and opposite reaction-
-ie Newtons *****-
No not that  the eight on string
that click clack both ways on execs desk-
- LOL Jude
nobody loses all the time

i had an uncle named
Sol who was a born failure and
nearly everybody said he should have gone
into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could
sing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself which
may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle

Sol indulged in that possibly most inexcusable
of all to use a highfalootin phrase
luxuries that is or to
wit farming and be
it needlessly
added

my Uncle Sol’s farm
failed because the chickens
ate the vegetables so
my Uncle Sol had a
chicken farm till the
skunks ate the chickens when

my Uncle Sol
had a skunk farm but
the skunks caught cold and
died and so
my Uncle Sol imitated the
skunks in a subtle manner

or by drowning himself in the watertank
but somebody who’d given my Uncle Sol a Victor
Victrola and records while he lived presented to
him upon the auspicious occasion of his decease a
scruptious not to mention splendiferous funeral with
tall boys in black gloves and flowers and everything and
i remember we all cried like the Missouri
when my Uncle Sol’s coffin lurched because
somebody pressed a button
(and down went
my Uncle
Sol

and started a worm farm)