#colaboration
Christmas with the family
everyone, is there
even our cousin Bertha
causing trepidation, fear
I'll have some eggnog
You under the mistletoe
Our cousin comes to greet you
I think it's time to go
Her mustache always tickles
I avoid her, best I can
tell her, I've up and moved
now living in, Iran
I thought I was safe
Iran she don't believe
She grabbed and kissed me from behind
Now I have to heave
Not on me you wont!
Dashing for the door
*** she's right behind me!
with hairy lips, abhorred!
I tripped and fell you see
Right on top her cat
She dragged me back by my hair
And on top me she has sat
I can only imagine
the horror, twixt her thighs
the smell, and the feel, senses reel
just before, you die
Die I wished so fast
The stench was really ripe
Mystique about kissing cousins
All it was, was hype
Now if our cousin resembled
in any way, shape, of form
Taylor Swift in stockings
I'd definitely, perform
But she is really hairy
And just shaved her head
I think she's looking to get married
But I'd be better off dead
She can marry you!
I think that I'll go gay
with no other escape
that's how, I'll have too stay!
Leave me here alone
I see how you roll
I'm heading out of town
Can borrow some money for tolls
We'll run and we'll hide
in seedy, dank motels
she'll never find us
hiding just south of hell
Hell no she won't
Until she dies
Cuz she's done this before
With other related guys
TMI, and ***
things I don't want to know
she's closer to you, than ever to me
you should be, her next beau
The party is over
The lights taken down
Old cousin Bertha
Is sporting a frown
High and low
she's searched everywhere
we made it too hell
she's not going there
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
Caught in a stupor
Of old fashion fake news
Russia, Russia, Russia
Democracy has the blues
War machine, big earnings
No question how far
Or why...
Third world citizen
Your human rights
Have subversively
Been denied
The missiles fly, from silos
deep beneath the ground
East Asian sentiments
can a North Korean frown?
The missiles wait, in silos
under desert sands
Iranian the anger
they will, and they can
People, just a resource
expendable, it's true
I'm sorry, most don't understand
there are no precious, few
Neocons' warmonger
War is coming, not maybe
We oil the jaws of the war machine
And feed it with our babies..
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
Contemplative comparisons
your meaning, my words, our thoughts
arriving our own, no need to atone
complete, and total, self taught
So would our lives
sharper than knives
piecing together, our parts
each a surprise
as so, eye to eye
ever collective, of heart
A tick, and a tock
mentally locked
a must, until the end
following through
what else can we do
with will's that won't break
but must bend
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
Wow Times
Falling between the lines.
For what reason?
Sunshine and existence.
Star power is energising us.
All the way across the galaxy.
We're star children whether we like it or not.
Created by Mother Nature.
Possessing intelligence and energy.
Now no longer physical but luminous.
Our light is out there amongst the darkness.
Light energy contrasting with dark energy.
A black hole stole our bodies and our craft.
It may keep them for we have evolved.
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Plaintiff...
Sounding melodic when I'm sad,
tremendous aura of jealous, odd,
akin to the path for the unwanted one.
A world where all promises are done.
Thoughtful wonders and wanders,
mending all the broken feathers,
sowing its own chaos faults,
dragging a self out of fools.
No strings attached no relationship,
no nothing but we're friends
with benefits but no feelings.
Boundless commitment, imposing.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC