creeps up on you when you finally think you're ok but the winter has finished now we gotta wait for summer to come around when they're out in full force when you turn the corner and least expect it don't worry it'll find you
for those that support the disorder of life, understand the order of all peace kept - sleeps with one hand tight with a knife,
covered in sheets that reek from the odor of death - secrets creep over the security that was sworn to be kept, molded from laws as soft as concrete constantly mocking the hungry families who eat dinner with a papier-mâché fork wrapped in barbed wire,
like a Christmas present expired to be opened on Halloween - the corporate begs for his try as he fears his life will be silenced from the woman screaming inside the screen of a machine,
trails hide liars but it is unanimous the innocence is such an inconvenience to those who share a chair in power - one more child is treated as a photo never receiving justice as deserved, dessert is served but sentencing was never heard - the Franklin family left without any sweet revenge, it seems big business buys opinions and walks clean with red covered hands that dipped in the process
such a shame the court caught an inner most disgusting sickness and deserted dignity from the rights of 13-year old Rebecca Arnold Frank
The lies of guys I was unwise To let between my thighs Because their eyes beguiled Every time they smiled and I Could not prematurely say goodbye. Instead I took the guy to bed Despite the murmurs in my head And said stupid things in his ear That I regretted that year and still And yes, I probably always will.
Some guys tell lies with their eyes In a kind of non-verbal disguise, Of bigger and sadder untruths That a green youth suspect exist So that I didn’t resist temptation To ignore deceit and exaggeration For a moment’s hope for romance And an afternoon’s hopeful chance At something profound and legendary That I forgot I needed to be wary.
Then the surprises in my eyes As I realized I was unwise But still thought I loved the guys, Time and time again, trying, Forgetting the crying and chagrin, Then brave enough to try again Taking time to learn to swim In the river of romantic dreams That starts in a tiny little stream Going on until I sink or scream Love is not something from a magazine.
Then one day I wake and say No more! I finally know the score. The whole game is a sick bore And I know what it is all for. It is for the wises route to wisdom. To know I am finally through with them, To know which ones are bad for me And which to welcome gratefully; To set the table and make dinner And know for sure, he’s a winner.
I share the concept happily, For those who ask me seriously, That dating can be successful Can even be fun and restful If you ignore the glittery butterflies That cavort and lie with their eyes And want only that momentary thing But are deathly afraid of the ring And the promise that comes with you. Don’t applaud those who gig you. And choose from those who dig you.
Heavy feet fall on the steps outside my door. I cannot let them in. They demolish my mind as I try to stare peacefully out the window — passed the too same infrastructure. It ***** with my mind.
The illness creeps in the corners of the panes. They can’t find their way in, but they know I can see them. Fixated. They feel my sheer panic. My understanding is tainted by my watchers. They feel my pulse accelerate and laugh as my veins pump blood toward their thirsty mouths.
250 gals and one old guy Lusting after me and I know why. I am a Congressman, I am a Republican, And they know what that means. It means big money in my jeans. Big money for partying hardy And if the ****** are smarties They will kiss a lot of fat *** And never rebuff a single pass Made at them, no matter how rudely. They will see it as their womanly duty To make me feel that I am great And lick on my head of state If so ordered, and quickly, Even if it makes them sickly Because I am a Congressman, And also, I am a Republican. As such, I am special and divine So there is no societal line That I should not ever cross Because I am now the boss And you people that voted for me Are the biggest fools in history.
He was a bull goose ****** And he always was to begin with So how did you get in the groove To think he would improve As if electing him to office would Turn him magically good? No matter how much we booed This country is now *******.
And the sad thing is that many Had to stay home for this ***** To get to win the whole race Instead of being put in his place. So, now are facing the possibility Despite all reasonable credibility Our fine and beloved old nation Is facing humiliating obliteration.
Those of us who have survived How our country got so swived That it has taken nearly a decade To clean up the mess Dubya made Know this sense of fear and outrage We felt in that scary bygone age. We know terror is back once again To drown us in that same fen.
It is spooky and amazing The swath the GOP is blazing With their hatred of common folks, Their slurs and ****** jokes All aimed to ****** freedom By spouting lies they call wisdom While millions of fools believe crap All unaware their rhetoric is pap.
He was the meanest kid on the playground If the kid he picked on was half of his size. He abused his playmates if they were weak Had freckles or wore glasses on their eyes. He was not a handsome lad in any way. It was almost like he took it out on the world That none of the guys wanted to play with him And he seldom got lucky with the girls.
There was the slightest hint of intelligence But it was always of the devious kind. Nobody ever thought this kid would turn out To be the type to make fortunes with his mind. Taking little kids lunch money from them Was why he even went to school each day. If he looked a bit older and wasn’t lazy He might just have hid out and run away.
He didn’t play ball or do any kind of work And his mom waited on him hand and foot. You could tell when he reached legal age He’d find a woman who would follow suit And treat him like a six foot baby brat As if he was a gift to the whole world. Of course he was in luck there because It’s easy to hook up with that kind of girl.
At work he will call all the women sweetie And soundly slap his cohorts on their backs. He’ll always remember his boss’s birthday It pays to keep the important things on track. If he can block a promotions of co-workers Who are not Caucasian and Christian, He will stick to his hidebound beliefs And stick to ideas of The Dominion.
And if this reprobate ever has children They will grow up to be just like him; They’ll subject siblings and playmates To their own temperament and whim. Because bullying is passed by parents From their parents to their own children. And bullying adheres to no rules about Morality, propriety, intelligence or wisdom.