#npmfool
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No my Darling, that is not snow.
Its not winter, it should be colder.
No my Darling, that is not snow.
Its just dandruff on your shoulder.
No my Dear, I am not in pain.
Neither am I hurting, or showing grief.
No my Dear, I am not in pain.
Its the lettuce in between your teeth.
Yes my Love, I am listening.
I was just temporarily distracted.
Yes my Love, I am listening.
But your friend is so attractive.
No my Sweet, its not that draughty.
Its not windy, you've got it wrong.
No my Sweet, its not that draughty.
Your skirts caught in your thong.
No my Darling, that is not snow.
It can't be true, its a wrong fact.
No my Darling, that is not snow.
Its just ******* on your compact.
© Pagan Paul (31/03/17)
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
And probably I'm the biggest fool ever existed,
As I still hope that she will come back one day.
And she'll announce that it was merely a prank,
As she just wanted to have fun by pranking me.
And she'll expect me to welcome her back here,
As old times she will expect me to still love her.
Maybe she rightly considers me an emotional fool,
For all of her experiments, I serve as the ideal tool.
Maybe I should just let her memories vanish now,
For my own happiness, all her memories I'll mow.
Maybe all my family tell me the right thing after all,
For she is indeed a common, desperate Indian girl.
She is the personification of a great wanna-be girl,
'Cause she had lost her way at an age so youthful.
She will bank on prior experience from childhood,
'Cause she has low emotional intelligence quotient.
She bereaved such a pure lover for some ego issues,
'Cause she was a demo of how good/bad a girl can be.
P.S.: Hope that she'll get complimentary coke/burger!
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
My best trick ever
Is hiding crazy mischief
As part of my mind
My second best trick
Was putting sprinkles in the
Peanut butter jar
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
In ancient times the joker
buffoon, **** or dolt
Town fool, and choker
****** dunderhead, and dope
In every time and place
named, reviled and/or revered
Humor to the masses
Smiles, laughs, grins, and jeers
Where would I be
and how would I know
the fool that's fooling here
with wits not fast, but slow
lets have another
beer
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
It is all pretense
That we are intelligent
Today is our day!
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
The biggest fool of all is "I",
As in the first to begin,
but the last to finish,
After a march so long;
Used and discarded like tasteless gum.
"Ah! Why does the rain echo my tears--
does the winds my sigh?"
The sigh of a fool
The sigh that was shut out
The sigh nobody hears.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
In college, I had a friend that we called 'dad'
Because he made awful jokes and puns
And he herded us wild things
But whenever we came back
From holidays you could expect
That all of your knickknacks
were on your bed artfully arranged
And when you were down
He would commandeer
My roommate's horse puppet
(Yeah, you read right, she had a horse puppet)
And do voices and 'bite' you
Until you complied
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
He hit it, Aces over Eights
known as a dead man's hand
no, only sounds like it is great
She drew the King of spades
and the King of hearts
had the King of diamonds
King of clubs, from the start
Worldly poker tours
wouldn't bet against
as only in the audience
having no pretense
Fools don't know when to quit
esp when the bet is large
thinking they know it all
and that, that they're in charge
So mind my advice
and don't be a total schmuck
if she's smiling as she bets
you know, she's, lady luck
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
April 1
the day we celebrate people like myself
who has been a fool for 365 days
trying to win people like you
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
She who summons those songbirds with ease
- will be - in each life - much too good for me;
- though, - a mean, mannish boy can dream
- bout' those eyes that shimmer an' gleam.
Yay!
Tis' early April - an' I've proven myself a fool
- for I'm dreaming bout' that glimmering jewel.
Nay!
The things I do dream : they may not ever be
- but I refuse ta' let my blind eyes know they can't see.
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So -- even still - I continue to dream
- an' stay, so ignorantly, full o' glee.
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*I am, but, a fool.
Yay - one who'll
- stay adoring
- that glimmering jewel
- o' a human being.*
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
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To face the world, a runt,
With such brunt and abasement,
Is to know ones place in the scheme,
Standing in the stream of frivolous
Happenings, this is the dance,
To be danced, this is the play,
Yet, he has the ears of a king,
To jest with such fire is to be
Ferocious, not feeble, his mocks
Are mostly mirrors for the blind,
For madness is a known methodology,
How he revels round the sad theatres
Of the high born absurd, how he speaks
In tongues and with bold proclamations
Only taut whispers of wind would know?
He is certain that the spindle fates are real
And that lightening strikes purposefully,
Kingdoms will fall, as the sun will rise,
As the noble trees ring with ideologies,
Without travails, he is always arriving,
To sleep out of doors, this is his way,
The path, the masted ship of fools.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
I've been gone
It's been so long
And I wanted to see you
Well that's not exactly true
But we started to talk
Not long after I decided to walk
It's suppose to be a two way street
But if you keep love like a sweet
It will never stay
That's why I've gone away
Are you still alive?
I can't survive
Though I did leave you
You left me too
And the biggest trick
To come from a *****
Is to believe they'll love
And hold you high above
And I am always the fool
When it comes to tools
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
It's really a ruse
Not to confuse
The body with
the Mind.
In cold, disparate spaces
In careless, drab faces
Pushing us
to lose that behind
But really it's knocking
what's under that stocking
hat that you wear
all the time
You know who you're fooling
When this drive starts cooling
You can't push this body
without changing your mind.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
He had a mouth fool of lies buried behind his mischievous grin and bad intentions waiting in the palms of his fingertips and he walked on two feet but slithered all the same and there was something of a snake coiled in the green of his eyes and he bought three shots of poison to fill the hollow spots of his teeth sharpened and shaped into fangs and left behind a trail of smoke and tears as he walked out onto the street at the hour that smelled of innocence just stepping into town...
She was fresh off the boat and two steps off the bus with a heart full of hope and a head full of dreams and fire streaked golden hair that was all under the protection of a wide rimmed yellow sun hat and her skirt was closer to her ankles than her knees and she wore quite black shoes and solid white stockings and her blouse was plain and simple and revealed little for the imagination to explore and she stood their with the cliché picturesque backdrop of the american dream as the bus rumbled then roared and rolled out of sight...
He had the nose of a blood hound and the heart of a snake and she was a pretty bird singing a song and as small as a mouse with big wide smilng eyes and he had a bait in his pocket and a trap in his jaws and spoke softly and kind leaving his venom to flow silently through the air while wraping and seeping into her skin and she smiled and laughed a deep and clean and genuine laugh and mentioned she was a peck hungery and needed a the name of an upright and honest hotel with clean sheets on clean beds with well read bibles on the nightstands and he spilled out more poison than truth and said he loved the book and knew a place not too far to sleep that he had even himself stayed at when he first got into town a heartbreak or two before and his favorite twenty four seven day a week dinner was just around the corner which was the only truth he could ever tell and they walked in and took a seat and she smelt what she thought must be magic cooking in the back and stirred stars and sugar and cream into her coffee and they talked back and forth and forth and back as hours passed and he let out a yawn and she apologized for talking too much and he smiled knowing the trap was set and she asked with sincerity and hope if he would walk her to the place he knew and it all almost seemed to easy and he guided her down one street then another and she held his hand along the way and to his surprise an alley before his own she pulled him into the dark and shyly whispered she knew she shouldn't ask but she wanted to know what it was like to kiss such a handsome man that looked a little like he could be mistaken for the devil but before he could oblige her request she had one other favor to ask and that was would he wear her yellow hat because her momma told her never trust a man who wasn't willing to look silly to make her laugh and so he did and before he could scream the hat had chewed and swallowed him down to his knees and by the time it was done all that was left was half a shoe lace and a tooth full of venom and she picked up the tooth and placed it in her purse and patted her hat and placed it back on head and giggled and cackled and laughed as she faded into the night and took her seat back on the bus
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
Love is a blindfold
Worn by a fool
Walking along the edge
Of an abyss
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC