#sarcastic
as I keep reading,
further
and
further,
words slitting
my eyes,
I begin
to shake
my head
full of disdain
at the lack ofs
and the incorrigibles,
until the dust
settles
and my eyes
roll away
from
my
skull.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:19 PM UTC
Everyone told me life was hard but it's a piece of cake
All you have to do is bend yourself until you break
Compartmentalize yourself for someone else's sake
And they call it compromise, the bitter give and take
They don't teach college classes on shrinking yourself down
But if they did I'd look so small in my cap and gown
I think I would disappear before I left this town
Just another fleck of dirt that blends into the ground
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
There once was a man who could write
He'd do it all day and all night
Though he could be sarcastic
What he wrote was fantastic
And it was quite full of humour and bite
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 5:27 PM UTC
you don't understand correctly,
if I put it very gently.
if I put it even lighter,
you just have no sharp, nor sharpener.
bumbling, rumbling, only starting
and already I'm spiralling.
all your arguments are fluff —
not for win, just senseless stuff.
speaking frankly, face to face
I cannot slow down my pace.
that could be your process issue,
take your time, not here to fish you.
you're drowning faster, out of breath.
is that beet-red now your face?
bless your heart, my mister Nonsense,
try your card. Mine Ace. Yours? Worthless.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 7:20 PM UTC
the kettle down is calling Beth
he's almost out of cigarettes
but where is Beth? or who is Beth?
it's you? it's me? or him instead?
the chair upstairs is yelling out
someone just stole his underground!
so where is chair? it's falling down!
or left? or right? or turns around?
the upper shelf is in the mood.
the kettle down has drunk his soup!
or was it chair? or maybe Beth?
who knows? you know? you don't, i bet!
the table round is sleeping well.
he's not aware of spots of gel.
but are they blue? or maybe red?
the kettle's! out! of cigarettes!
the Beth is rushing to the door.
the chair is laying on the floor.
but where's the key? you saw the key?
upstairs? downstairs? where they could be?
the Beth is almost out of breath.
she found the soup for upper shelf.
but is it soup? or maybe stew?
go taste! yes, you! that soup is for four.
the kettle down is counting well:
the Beth, the chair, the upper shelf...
but table's here? or maybe not?
he's ran away to cure his spot!
so what is all this have to do
with little house with crooked roof?
it's made by Beth! or maybe not!
who knows? you know? I swear, I don't!
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC
Yes, I am tired, yes, I am annoyed, can you not read my face
If you keep bothering me, I will spray you with mace
Yes, I understand I sound like a nutcase
So, maybe give me some ****** space
No, I don't care about my soul & the afterlife
But did I mention I carry a knife?
No, I don’t want to listen to your problems, I have my own
Look, I don’t have time to listen as you b*tch & moan
Oh, you’re a poor millionaire & your life by money has been wrecked
You better go silent or soon you will be decked
You think it’s ugly that I am sarcastic and full of wit
Guess what? I really don't give a sh*t!
***** I don’t care that you have something to say
You are not the first, so just get out of my way
If you keep p*ssing me off, you better pray
Because I will bring a ****** grand doomsday
Don’t mess with me or you may meet with foul play
If you keep calling me a nasty, psychotic b*tch
I can guarantee you will end up in a ditch
Yes, I can be crude, yes, I can be rude
But It’s funny because this is me in a good mood
Look it’s nothing personal, my hate is global
I'm just happily Anti-Social.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 6:10 PM UTC
I have an extra dry sense of humor
up here in the most sarcastic city in the country
Down south, they just can't figure it out
They think I'm dumb or
should be institutionalized for the things I say that
they just take to heart with 6 grade reading levels at best
There's no forethought, let alone critical analysis afterwards
Down there
you say what you mean or paint on fake niceties
You leave all the **** talking for when this or that person
leaves the room
There's no cold distance
Strangers will ask where you go to church
No respect that folks may have better things to do
A panopticon of middle school gossip and small talk
so you're never alone
I wish my brother never left
He came back and won't talk to me
after I gave his complaining back to him
in too clever remarks
In Carolina, you're lucky if they get it
on the drive back home
Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 3:43 PM UTC
The first time they said I was suicidal
It hurt much
Felt like a lost kid
Thought my last minutes were seconds to go
It hurt much
Tears couldn't well up
Words couldn't form
Honestly truth hurts
The first time they said I was suicidal
Already saw it coming though
The smile hid much than they could see
Cried on the silent nights
Whispered wishes to my love
Held onto the pillar he built
The first time they said I was suicidal
Felt like second to me
Plus the nights spend pleading for a new world
A world with a no-human logo
When I held a knife to my dear-chest and thought this is it....
The first time they said I was suicidal
Pinned a key on a kids head
Wasn't scared of the pain caused,
The blood shed reminded of how suicidal I was
Second after my own suicide thoughts
The first time they said I was suicidal....
Wasn't that big of word
Wasn't that small of expression
Took the blame
What if I cut my ankle twice just to see red?
What if the smile means keep off?
What if I was really suicidal?
The first time I was suicidal....
I wasn't suicidal
If we could find the 'blame'
Only if we could, then anger would it be?
@taytay
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:24 PM UTC
Mister Maxwell reads the paper
Of the party that he pays for
And with subtle nods agrees
With each printed word he reads
He knows all the phrases to say
About the topics of the day
And he's politically engaged
(Marching in manifestations)
And appropriately enraged
(By violence and discrimination)
To be a hero of society:
A once-born self that's ceased to be,
A real symptom of democracy!
A truly enlightened zombie!
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
Sumer, Winter
shine, or rain,
Doesn't matter
its all the same.
Miles are miles.
They have nothing to say.
Littered with sweat;
Haunted by pain
Our backs are broken
Knees begin to give out
Blister upon blister;
yet none fall out
We are to tired to gripe,
so onward we roam
into the night.
For all of our troubles;
all of our plight
Its just another day
that burdens no ones mind.
Thankless tasks
that consume our lives
If only we knew
When we signed those lines.
Birthdays,
Christmas,
Turkey dinner,
Weddings,
and funerals
replaced by miles,
burnt out bodies,
and restless hearts
For What?
We stare at other soldiers
and wonder why,
we alone
are bastardized.
After all,
does god not love the Infantry?
Nay...
****** fools are we
It will never change.
It is
as it always will be.
A few good men
herded
straight to the butcher.
Paraded
like cattle.
Its funny though.
Given a second chance
I'd still wear my blue chord
Standing again an Infantryman.
For all of the ****
For all of the take
I'd rather be a broken *******
than a *****
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
it sparkles in their eyes
in yours, in mine
marble and gold
flickering in the sky
a trail of tar, a halo of paper
let's take our train to heaven.
see you there, see you never
meet my friends, i've got seven
but she's the prettiest
with diamonds in her teeth
red wine in her kiss
she's my podium, my glory
she's the reason i stand.
now they eye the art
through me, eying her
i'm made of air but i like them
telling me all i've been
matters (my podium.)
'cause she's the prettiest
with promises in her shadow, with fire in her hair
she'd turn and launch a thousand ships, oh paris:
least lonely of men.
oh, roaches, she's my wonderland.
it sparkles in their eyes
in yours, in mine
a shape like the sun.
a trail of tar, a halo of paper
hold on fast my ticket to heaven
when saint are dust, gold is forever
so kiss me to the grave, loveliest of seven.
"money is the anthem / of success"
"money is the reason / we exist"
oh, lana / oh, paris.
i have loved her in many ways
i would not call her
a lover; i am fearful
for i am young; she will have decades.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC
He who is poor, helpless and hungry
Is also half-naked or fully undressed
But still he doesn't choose to beg
Instead chooses to do hard labour
He's actually the real shameless
To refrain him from his shame
A law is essentially required
It's also very urgently required
The law should be named as
Shame Reform law
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 6:27 AM UTC
shades pulled
drapes black-heart
and the middle finger
flying in the air
gilded lily handle
fastened in the fashion
forged welded revenge
fast in the hand
honing to slice
the pain from
plasticity wanting smile
number nine scalpel
sharpened razor thin
for center procedure
straight through the heart.
perforated emotions
torn from long sleeves
sheathing dramatic
rattling riddled bones
harvesting on the calendars
darkest days in blood
poisonous pollen nectar
cooked raw hunger
to sting deep the toxic
deadly sweeten honey
frayed heartstrings deaf toned
to the hollow point falling tears
echoing the blues
cord g-bye in taps
tapping the melancholy
melody of last post
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
Thy good book, hasn't the buoyancy
naught, get cross with me
like thee, can walk on water
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
Time to stop judging
Best to confess
Hiding behind your SOS
Feelings of others you ignore
Drama and chaos you adore
With your moralistic writes
Acerbic word fights
Sarcastic bites...
Why can't you be nice?
Instead, you play the part fully
As the intellectual bully
Disregarding the tears
Throwing misspelled word spears
Wielding grammar hammers
Pouncing when someone stammers
Hey, Bro! Don't you even know
What time it is?
Time to stop judging
Best to confess
Hiding behind your SOS
Feelings of others you ignore
Drama and chaos you adore
With your moralistic writes
Acerbic word fights
Sarcastic bites...
Why can't you be nice?
You say you're a godly player
But you're really a Sibboleth slayer,
An ill will conveyor,
Grand total naysayer,
Once you went away but then came back
Unbelievable, you're even more whack!
Hey, Bro! Don't you really know
What time it is?
Time to stop judging
Best to confess
Hiding behind your SOS
Feelings of others you ignore
Drama and chaos you adore
With your moralistic writes
Acerbic word fights
Sarcastic bites...
Why can't you be nice?
TONEY OUT - BOOM!
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
in a brief moment of silence
between the laughter and the violence
before my face was caught in brawl
after i said what i should not
right in the moment of misfortune
when i briefly felt tortured
right as i felt i was a ********
and then i collapsed down on my ***
in that moment of regret
why did i say what i have said
i should have thought about it first
and now my face got stamped with fists
but i guess we learn from our mistakes
attackers getting dragged away
im being asked if im okay
of course i am, it aint my first fist-crash
i shake it off and start acting like a ****** afresh
though his reaction was rather spastic
guess thats what i get for being actively sarcastic
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
I have been contemplating for days now or even more.
I even seek for answers from you but all I got was nothing.
I don't blame you for that. You're just being you.
I have reached to the point that I secretly ask for you to stop reaching me out.
And, I blatantly ask for a cool off, a break, a space but you refused.
There's one thing that I am sure of, I don't want to make arguments with you.
Though, the quest lives on and it's getting arduous.
At times, I'd end up crying and felt hopeless.
And, I feel like I'm being subjugated by this quest.
I prayed so hard each day and even ask for a sign that could shed light to all this.
Just this day, an unexpected realization sunk in to my mind.
At first, I thought that I just fell out of love. Subconsciously, my mind was fighting over it.
This what actually prevails, "SELFLESS LOVE".
Often times, you would hear me asking for you to message me in the morning, at noon, at night.
Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't.
But, it's all fair.
I said, "I LOVE YOU" and your consistent response was, "As it should".
Again, it is still fair.
I'm not being sarcastic here. But, I truly understand what you are trying to imply.
You are just expressing your thoughts and what your heart is actually telling you.
I have realized that at this point, you don't love me in the same way that I do.
Though, I know that you truly care about me in which I am very grateful for.
And, it would be very unfair for you to do things that you're not comfortable with.
It is always good to let things flow naturally not forcibly.
You would still hear me saying, 'I love you' and asking for you to message me but it's not something that you are oblige to do.
It's just me trying to be sweet? to be cute? (I don't know how you would take it)
I perfectly understand what "SELFLESS LOVE" is.
I don't worry about the outcome or whether I am giving more.
All I know is that I love you wholeheartedly and I don't expect something from you in return.
..."To love selflessly, makes me feel good and whatever I'm getting, it's always the right amount."
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
Your green skin sun-baked,
Crunchy and crispy.
Gummed rice lay over,
Sticky and mushy.
Orangey carrot sliced thin,
Fishy Fish chopped symmetrically,
Unwilling they aligned
bearing the cacophony of sticky and crispy.
Nescient avocado,
Addle-pated eggy,
joined the jarring combination.
Grudgingly they were rolled,
Trimmed into circular disk.
Melding of those was awry
Heedlessly the dish a masterpiece,
Loved by small and Big
Praised by all.
Whatever things may be,
Bad from the start,
Dont be sad for the end
For it may be different,
From what you expect.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
gracing the streets,
with her pink stilleto
and a pricy frappuccino—
she barely sips
they can't take their eyes off her,
well, who would?
even i,
i can't.
she has class and elegance,
money, power—
what else is missing?
oh, i know,
the reason i stared at her for a minute.
i just can't forget,
how unbothered she is
when she threw the empty cup
on the ground.
i wonder why
she doesn't use her bills
to buy some manners?
oh wait—
i forgot--
that's not for sale.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
This one
will be a short one
and of course *****
as is said on title
It'll be so much *****
that you can't dare to
whisper it to your partner's ear
while you two were making out
Because this poem
STINKS and it's *****
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
I suffered, so I don't let others suffer,
I was ***** so I don't ****
I was abandoned, so I don't abandon,
I wasn't loved, so I love you,whoever you are.
I was betrayed, I don't betray.
I wasn't killed, so I **** the filth instead.
What an interesting turn of events.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
would it be so awful
if we were in love
and i was enough
and you didn't have to go
also... did i mention there's beer in the fridge?
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
Let's **** Caesar and call it a day.
Brutus is laughing and Mark Antony is crying.
Calpurnia cries and Portia rejoices.
The people sing and some weep.
Wow, what a great day it is to be a Roman.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
“Well...”
A dry voice echos
Of course I wear tennis shoes
On the day they’ll grow wet enough
To go squeak
Squeak squeaking around
The shiny white floors
While my dark hair quickly
Becomes flecked with
White speckles
I feel rather
Like a scarecrow
Doing my best to resist
Nature’s whims
Fighting a losing battle
An inescapable fate
Of being blown away
And buried
In the snow
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC