"ests" poems
S he will forget the
U nwelcomed pain and
I nevitably welcome the
C omfort
I t offers
D ecline
E verything that hurts
A nd remember only the
N ice
D reams she had before she
R ests
E ternally and
G ratefully in the comforts of her
R emains on
E arth.
T his day doesn't end without a good bye.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
They say we're in a money mess
their figures certainly impress
but who will pay their monstrous bill
now the bankers have had their fill.
It's not my battle but I must pay
I'm volunteered to save the day
they're cutting back on those we care for
the weak the sick - not those who have more.
There's nothing left for those in need
while fat cats scrounge with consummate greed
it's survival for the elitists
supported by the market's fleetest fleece-ests.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
Definitely not
Fastest
Strongest
Handsomest
Smartest
Or even too clever but
The nicest must be clever enough
Because like those other ests
It must be noticed and noted
To pay off
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC