#mememe
Faint signs clearly state,
In one horse zoo called HP,
. . . Do NOT feed peacocks.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
They'll stop dead in traffic
to let someone out in front
without true understanding
or comprehension
of what they're really doing
and what everything
is about
The endorphins and the good feeling
believing a good deed was done
senses elated and reeling
hurting the many
for one
Remember all those behind you
having paid their rations, their due
slowed as an irritant
irking their patience
brought to a crawl now
by you
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
Ahem. Well, here's breach of rigidity, shall we say?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXVI)
If I'm too busy as sheer gloaming thence
Draws lo, the curtains on these frore scapes' tale,
How darkness cozens ere that dinner hail,
This piecemeal chance for sustnance in a sense
Half lonely, til I wander off fr'intents,
To flip through People magazine t'avail
Me of a picture, and why friends ere'd scale
My sweaters and tweed skirts as what from hence?!
"You allus wear such intresting clothes." Were
My choices strange when all don black, and to
A fault wear skinny jeans and leggings through
The week, nor ever touch tall boots? Is't poor?
Am I thus slated to be odd in tour
Cuz my tastes are not like theirs? What'd I do?
We're "social creatures." I've no lover too.
16Feb19b
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC