"fooler" poems
fat kid, oh fat jkid, oh where are you fat kid
i am really fat kid, full of muscles ya see
i love cream buns, ****** oath i am a big big big big man
what do ya think about that, puny little cool kid
i love my beautiful spring rolls as well as a coca cola to wash it down with
that is mighty fine, oh yeah
and the kids went up to me, and said fat kid fat kid fat kid, you are a fat kid
i said, i am not a kid, for i am an adult, who lives life like it’s one big adventure after the next
as i said, i am known as the fat kid, the really big fat kid
i love spring rolls, cream buns, and a coca cola
and i love lamingtons, as well, and i love meat pies and sausage rolls
which makes me a real australian ***** ****
and a custard **** i can lick the fat right off that
and the voice came from out of the blue
fat kid fat kid, you are a fat kid, and another voice says
your not an adult, adults are cool, and i said, i am cool on the computer, ****
and then i said, i am so an adult, a creative adult, a good fooler\
i try to be a cool kid, to gain protection, but reality i am a cool adult
and i don’t appreciate being treated like a fat kid
i am a cool adult who loves to PARTY
an adult PARTY dude so to speak
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
I pretend to be wise
I'm not
I'm as foolish as a fooler
I pretend to be strong
I'm not
I'm as weak as a new born
I pretend i am happy
I'm not
I'm as sad as my username
I pretend it's so easy
It's not
It hurts my tired soul
Be gentle my precious world
I don't want to be a pretender
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
playing cat and mouse
you flex your retractable claws
and ponder the worth
of the catch of a day
if, regardless, your bowl is full
while I
await for my fate
await for the gavel to fall
and the flocking birds of thought
sitting on the timeline
watch
the crows pecking flesh of what yesterday
still was a viable dream
but today has become a roadkill
under the steamroll of indecisiveness
browning grass on damp fields
knows not of next spring
and the dead leaves on the ground
do not remember the lust of summertime
fool, fool is the one that cares
and fooler yet the one
who refuses to let go
life will not pause to wait
and snow
will cover it all before long
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 7:24 PM UTC
You take a warm autumn’s morning with trepidation;
Fall, as we know, is a fooler, a flame-dressed trickster
Whose promises are those of a lover false, given over
To desire’s fire-filled days and night’s cooling passions.
This then, is autumn’s promise: Love is a fool’s full moon,
remembering is a flame leaf lost on winter’s wind.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC