#heirs
Every man is an omnibus in which our heirs ride
Every now and then
One of them bursts a cherry
And reveals Jehovah's magnificence
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 6:16 AM UTC
Darnell is
trash compactor
a general
to fabricate
thrift in
whiff of
blustery air
but doctoring
his hallowed
fornicate only
compressed tires
into rototiller
with compost
to enrich
their denizens
with commercial
paper here
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
I was in the dorm
During a very bad storm
As I sat on my chair
I gave my friend a dare
He walked out with one final glare
Out of my window I saw two bears
With alarm I ran down the stairs
I opened the door and what I saw was not fair
Blood dripped from the bears
My friend’s father would have no heirs
I followed the bears
Back to their lairs
When they went to sleep
I would leap
When I was done there was nothing but a heap
Of bodies in the keep
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC