"conqueroo" poems
Stalking lion,
Do you miss the way I touch you?
It's just that you long to be touched like that.
Were you shocked to find I knew of your crime?
We've met before, she warned me it's souls you control.
Your method of approach was unwise and unseemly.
The accidents, the rumours, the campaign to search and destroy.
So here I am rife with anxiety,
seeking emotional primacy under your barrage attack.
The outflow of promises to be kept, leaving a wake trail like a dreadnought.
And thus we called the Conqueroo,
to dance the king snake to ashes.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
Someone keeps shaking my tree
And rocking my world.
Lief, trunk, limbs full of unfinished work
I am barking mad with it.
Baring teeth, snarling and howling,
Still they keep ******* back.
I call their game Diamondback, Python,
Buck and let the cameras roll on.
**** you, **** you for peeking our Game
You're playing against Queen Roo,
I dispatched the Conqueroo
They made sauce of you.
I showed you how this game is played
We don't entertain snakes.
Hop, shuffle, step, fa lap, step, stomp
You had set the wheel in motion.
You're merely a time step to take back.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC