"fraternize" poems
Up and over the barbed wire gate
Crept a dreadful Mr. Despair
To meet a horrible Mr. Hate
Who was impatiently waiting there
The dark alley that they had chosen
Was well off the beaten path
But it wasn’t long they heard approaching
A reckless Mr. Wrath
He greeted them with a grunt
A courtesy, for they’d never met
Then up from a steamy sewer
Rose a rueful Mr. Regret
He hardly nodded his heavy head
On his face a grumpy grimace
And so there they festered
Awaiting their last accomplice
Then out from a ***** dumpster
Creeping quite quietly
Fell the gang’s last felon
An awkward Mr. Anxiety
So there they plotted to pillage
In that abandoned alley
That lovely little town
Then called Vulnerable Valley
There they consorted, concocting
To bring the town nothing but gloom
They snickered, spat and sneered
Oh, the impending doom
Suddenly all peered upward
As a light shone through a window above
Their riotous rebellion had roused
A light-hearted Mr. Love
“Top of the mornin’ down there
Dandy weather wouldn’t ye say?”
To which there was no rebuttal
To sewers and shadows
The creeps had crept
To fraternize another day
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
Hey Mr Big Nose harassers
Thieves, Bullies and Morons
Look how many years you've had
Still can't break him or shut him up
You are thieves and criminals
No good lowlife degenerate scums
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me
You are thieves, cheap common criminals
can't do better in life than stealing from others
You stole and I called you out, Your are thieves
plain and simple, stinking useless criminals
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me
I will not shut up, I will not be gagged
You are thieving scums you and your paid thugs
You have tried putting the frighteners on me
You want to break me and discredit me
I am still here and I won't shut up
Do your worst
Enlist the whole world
Hound me from pillar to post
You are nothing but stinking low life scums
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me
White thieves and burglars
Stealing thieving Racist scums
Wanna shut me up
Wanna bully and terrorize me to gag me
Wanna break me and **** my spirit the cowards they are
Come do your worse white thieves
yes I'm in your country and there are more of you
I ain't scared and control all you like
I will still say it to your faces thieves!
Your are stinking thieves and crooks
No good scums and lowlife
I ain't scared of you, come and **** me
I will not be broken by scums, degenerates and lowlife
You are nothing but stinking criminals with connections
Underground the lowlifes call themselves
Proud of criminality, white thieves makes a profession
out of burglary and stealing, Shame on you!
You scums blatantly burgled me because I am quiet and gentle
you thought you will meet no resistance
then I stood up to you
you swear you'll take me out, destroy me
Cheap shameless criminals
With all the civilisation and advancement in your Nation
All you can achieve is going around burglarizing
Cheap scums and degenerate, now come shut me up
I ain't scared of you and your underground
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
Rule#1 Never say never
Rule#2 Never say forever
Rule#3 Trust is a must
Rule#4 Don’t fraternize with lust
Rule#5 Communication is key
Rule#6 Respect is proper courtesy
Rule#7 Don’t ever cheat
Rule#8 Stay humble and discreet
Rule#9 Remember important days like the first day you met
Rule#10 Be weary and watchful of your debt
Love the love and do what you gotta do
Follows these rules and your love will pull through
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 5:18 AM UTC
they told me not to sip too much from the solo cups
if I didn’t want to get ***** tonight.
the feminist issue here is not keeping up
but keeping low, keeping unnoticed,
staying as safe as that moldy orange in the Safeway,
never gonna get plucked up and ***** that way.
they told me not to indulge my senses and enhance my intoxication
levels at risk of decreasing my chances of
survival against a ******
attacking me.
they told me I feel like I need to keep up with the guys with my drinks,
match my stack of cups to theirs, and I just think
that’s ******** I just want to drink my ****** beer,
but they said that’s how I’ll get *****
well maybe I binge on a lot of bad habits.
I pile them up on the CVS counter like a checklist of things not to do
smoke, spend too much money and time on ebay bidding on
vintage rings and things I’ll never need, eat a row of oreos out of
my roomate’s care package,
and drink too much at the occasional
party where I fraternize with the males from planet greek,
but does that make me guilty for getting *****
today I woke up feeling like a damaged cause,
like a present that fell out of the back door of a UPS truck going
75 miles per hour on the highway in East Tennessee
and I never got to my destination.
should I have buckled my seat belt tighter?
society makes me feel crazy for thinking I can try to prevent
a violent act of maddening hate against a woman’s body,
or maybe a man’s, let’s not discriminate,
brought on by alcohol, late night musing, and punch bowl brewing.
maybe they should tell the rapists to keep their pants zipped
and their ***** to themselves unless they are requested.
keep your hands in your pastel short pockets and
let me go on with my business of being a proud, righteous woman.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
they told me not to sip too much from the solo cups
if I didn’t want to get ***** tonight.
the feminist issue here is not keeping up
but keeping low, keeping unnoticed,
staying as safe as that moldy orange in the Safeway,
never gonna get plucked up and ***** that way.
they told me not to indulge my senses and enhance my intoxication
levels at risk of decreasing my chances of
survival against a ******
attacking me.
they told me I feel like I need to keep up with the guys with my drinks,
match my stack of cups to theirs, and I just think
that’s ******** I just want to drink my ****** beer,
but they said that’s how I’ll get *****
well maybe I binge on a lot of bad habits.
I pile them up on the CVS counter like a checklist of things not to do,
smoke, spend too much money and time on ebay bidding on
vintage rings and things I’ll never need, eat a row of oreos out of
my roomate’s care package, and drink too much at the occasional
party where I fraternize with the males from planet greek,
but does that make me guilty for getting *****
today I woke up feeling like a damaged cause,
like a present that fell out of the back door of a UPS truck going
75 miles per hour on the highway in East Tennessee
and I never got to my destination.
should I have buckled my seat belt tighter?
society makes me feel crazy for thinking I can try to prevent
a violent act of maddening hate against a woman’s body,
or maybe a man’s, let’s not discriminate,
brought on by alcohol, late night musing, and punch bowl brewing.
maybe they should tell the rapists to keep their pants zipped
and their ***** to themselves unless they are requested.
keep your hands in your pastel short pockets and
let me go on with my business of being a proud, righteous woman.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
Black coffee
Unfiltered cigarettes
Scotch, neat
Rare steak
Then there's me.
I'm no stranger to
Wry grimaces
When I share
Or comments about
How I'm
*A snide, contrarian *******
Or
*An unapproachable ****
A snob who refuses to fraternize
Who thinks he's better than us*
And whatnot
Sure, let the reviews pile up
I've heard them all
If the taste of me makes you spew
Then walk away
And order your chai vanilla soy non-fat latte
Topped with whipped cream and cinnamon
The unadulterated stuff is
Clearly not for you.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
in the tomb of my father’s influence
a single
****** on
juice box.
assigned seating
in biology class
a giant a boy
beside the me
most grotesque
and we share
a model
heart as a found
piece
of gum.
in cafeteria I am untouched
as a tray of food I fraternize
with my new name jovial
pisspants.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
Each time I shave my face,
I scrutinize with my eyes,
To look for my mistakes,
But my eyes, they fraternize,
With the enemy on my chin,
And so, too late,
When on a date,
I feel them with my fingers
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
He forgets the warmth of the womb from which he’s born,
But deep still the impression of a mother remains intact.
She carries him first, caresses his soul and shows him what love means.
Love, a powerful emotion for a man it stands,
for he bonds with his people with that.
Silliness a perfect adjective to express a brother-sister bond,
She messes with him, he warns her
Yet she does the same, but this time he hits her.
She starts to cry and beat him up,
Now he ignores her but in his heart, he feels her “pain.”
Pain makes him gentle and he learns to fraternize with others.
Burdened with life, weak he feels, “unbearable” he says and seeks his only friend,
She holds his hand, rubs his back, hugs him lightly and he cries.
After sometime she cracks up a joke on him and starts to laugh ridiculously.
He frowns at her and says ‘you are so mean!’
But in his heart, he feels something else, that something is care.
Care makes him vulnerable and scared so he does whatever’s in his powers to keep her safe.
It’s a movie night, the weather is cold,
He made a hot chocolate, grabbed a blanket and lied down on the couch with his partner,
She’s in his arms all warm, enjoying hot chocolate and closeness with him,
She tells him “this is what makes me the happiest, what about you?”
He pats her gently on the head and kisses her on a cheek.
He knows that he’s also at his happiest!
Engraved by his mother and polished by others, he shines,
For there is a woman in every man!
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
Witchdoctors of wall street
Maketh potions of poor man's disgrace
Angels still left on earth
Dying to get back to their place
Their sick of the heartbreak
Humans tend to bring
All it would taketh
Is a lightning strike
To make those humans fully believeth in pain!!!
Pillars of salt the cities hath become
Liquor stores to stupor one down
Some weareth pearly apparel
High class yet ( not found)
These fancy dressers
Pick and choose
The lives they wanna live
Whilst the angels sit on back
Saying do not taketh mine friend
But giveth...
Pilate like rulers
Rule by sharpened tongue
Making gods of figurine's
Lying in another mates secretion
Thinking they haveth won..
Cloying masters
Of tyrent rage
Emptied out of the bag
False lovers of nothing more
Than control whilst at hand
Club-women
And club-men
Hanging out at bar (clazelle)
Sold their soul to Satan
For a night of wine and hell
They fraternize their wicked schemes
Whilst making one quick buck
Wherein is that dying breed
Lost on mountain musk?
They freck thee with smooches
They leaveth thee the next day
Fratriciders of suicide
To their friends and family decay
Ideomotor ideas doth come
At least to those who art lost
Gaveth all they've had
For a fake idea and posh
But it shalt all endeth soon
The storms now rolling in
A hurricane of sweet refuge
No more cheaters to lovers sin!!
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
as a first timer, or
a satan
in the moments
after
a different
pill’s
return
father gives himself
the once
over
to fraternize
as before
with the born
again
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
At what point does something become unforgivable?
Is it the moment when all hope is lost?
When you strip the comfort of forever from an innocent mind?
When u fall so hard you shatter the ground those around u are standing on,
When you take the last breath of love from your lovers chest,
When you steal the beating heart from a sacred and beautiful bond,
When you fraternize with the enemy of your beloved for reasons unknown to all involved,
Is it when you reach your hand into the bowl of trust and leave nothing but ***** fingerprints?
Where is there to go when you’ve built walls of slippery vines
surrounding you,
suffocating you.
Who do you ask for help without bringing them down with you?
Misery loves company but no one loves misery.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
January thirteenth two thousand
and nineteen will complete
mine third score orbitz round the sun,
who as a youth evinced
demure and effete
traits, and now weathered, Ongepatshket,
and plenty seasoned,
I feel ready to greet
a garrulous, humorous, and indecorous
Shikse for an indiscreet
liaison, where she will
get reddit to shutterfly,
and twitter like an uber keet
oozing with NON GMO
gluten and monosodium
glutimate saccharine dripping
with au naturale oversweet
ample ***** shapely waist,
and derriere replete
with plenty of junk in the trunk
cavorting, flirting, and issuing manumission
to fraternize, friskily frolic
fruitfully mixing bedlam with bunk
sundering politesse as a "FAKE",
gentlemanly, and honorable hunk,
when in truth,...this lapsed (Lou Zoo Lee)
christened nebish lunk
bookish, loutish, and wonkish teasing
seminarian formerly seclusive monk
keying into my inner philanderer,
yeah...yeah...yeah overdrunk
with prurient fantasies donning an imitation
of (guess who), one
narcissistic trumpeting punk
at heart my idol, no matter the teetering
ship of state he nearly countersunk,
which purportedly mirrors
his Wharton curriculum vitae,
which...well showed he nearly did flunk
apprenticed as POTUS with
FLOTUS attractive trophy
wife (number three) female chunk
and,...oh yes aesthetically
pleasing female real estate
from appearances marriage
barren and devoid of great
je nais sais quois,
though Melania rarely irate,
and partial government shutdown of late
reverberating with fallout, that does oscillate
furloughed federal employees to perspire
principally at increased amortization rate.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC