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Alaina Moore May 2018
If you think you're irreplaceable
You are sorely mistaken.
I can pay for a therapist
When I need someone to talk to.
I can pay for a masseuse
When my muscles scream.
You are nothing to me by blood,
You are among the family I chose.
And I can choose to separate from you.
I don't need you.
You need me.
watching purported heads of state
stage their pr shows on their national television
     aired internationally
for very obvious purposes

makes you wonder
whether these so-called politicians
really believe they speak to total idiots
or have just lost the ground under their feet

in the end, though,
*** do I worry

the results are the same
Poetic T Feb 2018
Idiots are like coffee,
               they seem ok.

But then,
beneath the surface
           their rank, and too weak.
his dental floss
from the toilet
he
was fishing
for his toothbrush
he shook
it
off
smiles


oh boy
corn

mickey tannebaum
was never fooled
from his teeth
corn
he
pulled
?









...
..
.
oh Mickey he's so fine
oh Mickey you blow
my mind
hey
micky
...
trf Oct 2017
let's pause...
     media makes minds
     slander glow.

     forget flaws...
     endless signs
     their ubiquitous flow.

     the heat is on...
     it's benign
     all round the globe.

     dancing with the stars...
     literally speaking
     will be his next show.

abort the mission
the race can't count down from 10

heed submission
time clocks are wearin' thin

acts of contrition
your ****'s meanderin'

history books
can't help but mention sin

a crispy crook
tan with an orangish blend

can we look
inside our never end

for we've been duped
as most are ignorant

cool aid troupes
think that their relevance

succeeds truth
loud talk small like the wren

please drive a coupe
and release more documents.........
this inside joke i'm not privy to
Tyler Matthew Aug 2017
Back to school tomorrow.
Back to the din of hallway talk
and chalk dust on my jeans.
Back to long walks from
parking lots to too-bright
classrooms chock-full of half-wits.
Back to the space where I contemplate
better men than I.
Back to stairwells crowded with
oblivious ****-type idiots.
Back to advisors
huffing and puffing when they hear
the phone ring.
Back-to-back weeks of solid hell.
Back to trying to fit my square brain into a round hole.
Back to gum stuck on my shoe.
Back to school.
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