You are the good in me but also
                  the baddest thing.

             I am in bad in you and also
                       the goodest.

         I am your yin and
you are my yang.

Most is goodest
All is bestest
If you're a grammar ****
Than you should be a written paparazzi

Ole, the Goodest Boy”

We brought you home in a blur of gold,
A ball of fluff with eyes so bold.
You tumbled in, all paws and grace,
And filled the quiet with your pace.

We named you Ole, soft and sweet,
With clumsy steps and dancing feet.
A leash, some treats, a training plan—
We shaped your world with gentle hands.

Together we learned sit and stay,
And how to chase the fear away.
We wiped your paws, you stole our socks,
And greeted dawn with barks and walks.

The kids would cheer, you’d wag so proud,
Your ears a-flop, your bark so loud.
You weren’t just ours—you quickly knew,
You had a bigger job to do.

Through months of work, we watched you grow,
With vests and tests and healing slow.
You learned to listen, calm, and wait,
To walk through every heavy gate.

And when you passed that final test,
We cried and laughed—we knew the rest:
You’d be a light for those in pain,
A soft reminder through the rain.

Now Ole walks with heart so wide,
A gentle soul right by our side.
A doodle dog with purpose clear,
Bringing hope and wiping tears.

So proud are we, this family three,
To see what love and work can be.
A golden heart, a friend so true—
Dear Ole, we believe in you.

© 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.

Wishing you were anywhere
But here
Can be
A decent state to be in
If you can still appreciate
The kindnesses you're gifted
Without so much to part with
Or to donate foreign strangers
Who have been on the receiving end
Of their fair share of dangers
When displaced in distant
Destinations
Illuminations
Of the darkest spaces
All too often getting lost
In what I thought
Might find myself again
In Paradise’s cost
Another fortune
Disproportionately
My prerogative
Compared to millions out there like me
Who may have much more to give
Than take away
From every goodness sake
And goodest grace
The human race
Seems willing to embrace me with
Despite the dearth they make
A common trait among the masses
I am still content
To exploitate

To Sunglasses
For letting me try them on
$275 and silk pajamas
Apologies
We were never the same
But when we were
We were

To the third eye girl
For opening mine
Letting me into
A world beyond what I see
Showing that there's little
Distance
Between you and me

To my banana nails lover
For being my Jupiter
And letting me be Neptune
For answering my letters
For letting me
Let you go
And not coming back

To Lacy
For being my rock
For not patronizing me
When I cried
Or trying to solve my problems
You were just there
That was enough

To D
For smiling at me
And doing your best
Inspiration
Even when
It wasn't what
I needed

To Cardi B
For trusting me
Your painted toes
And bodycon dresses
You were never my obsession
But you were also fair
I didn't give you credit

To my cowboy
For looking at me
Your silly dance moves
Are engrained in me
Your childish lore
Is nothing
Compared to who you really are

To the ADHD
For befriending me
Laughter and your
Boots on a bike
Riding in sunshine
Forever on my mind
Perfect in my eyes

To Tido
For being the goodest boy
Rollercoaster dives
After footballs
In the the afternoon
Cold and crisp
Alone with you

To Crywolf
For looking at me
Your breathing
In my bedroom
Is never going to fade
And I'm never
Going to stop waiting for you

Give up and quit
You want to stop writing
Put down the pen and just call it a Nightingale Lightning bolt failure
To spark any bulbs in the attics and
Basement’s creative misplacement
Still can’t seem to find my mind’s
Goodest vibrations

Slaves, slaves subscribe to misery
Hordes, hoard what can't be stockpiled
Stock-pilers scale back and bone up on bonuses
Lords, they lord skyward to deflect the immersing night
Cults, that retain cult-status, hail ****, the **** of our Earth
   the perimeters lengthwise and likewise permeate    
   and grill without toasting
   additionally write without ghosting
   haphazardly glide sans skid-free coasting
   irreverently guide us with preachments boasting of
Serbs & Croats who speak Belarusian
And who'll raise not a hand when a foot'll do
Call Debby, the podiatric surgeon, once your toes go webby, yeah!
Hold down unroped things when your rope runs out
Bleed white unbled things when your blood runs out
Sneeze red when your nose breaks open
Corn, corn makes for corny gasoline
   tomatoes start off green as do green peas
Call, call the ships by phone
Phone, phone the ships on call
Gore a fruit called Albert
Mail in your terms of surrender
Become the itinerant, high-yield lender
Pull down your pool like a big-time pretender
Sing like that dead Mexican: Freddy F. Fender
Sell it as new when you know ****** well it's not
Bony women in closets emerge!
Resurrect Love Gods in Leisure Suits and Gaye Bykers on Acid
Spare me the histrionics from the goodest book on ebonics
   on groovy chicks of the Tropics
   on praxic strictures less exotic
Spare me the smell of dog-**** as with dog-**** I can't smell it
Let's groove with Typee chicks close to the ocean on the beach
   or play grab-*** with them from the tops of cocoanut trees
   or direct them into clinics for pre-emptive mastectomies
   or tap them as tappers tap maple trees tapped for tapping

I will let u cut my **** off
w/ a butter knife;
as Aphrodite emerged from the ****
of dead Uranus as he came in the sea
he was dreaming of a three-way w/
his son Chronos & his wife Gaia who
so disgusted at the very thought,
induced the young Titan to cut his father's
***** off w/ a scythe; what a *****,
yet from this act of patricide; son castrating
his father at the goading of his irate mother

& declaring himself king of the Gods
mother looking on proudly as the boy
chucks his father's ****** into the sea

& from this cosmic **** came the singular
supernova of female pulchritude;
whose *** coined the word callipygean,
whose face is long forgotten replaced by
1,000 veiled masks as she strips naked
in ways we've never seen women do before;
looking on, little girls sneak away to try
imitate the dance of Aphrodite wet from
the white sea foam her flesh so supple it's
blue & she blows men's minds steadily
throughout time & all because some dude
***** for his ma went after his father w/
a knife in pre-Golden Age in the hills of
Thessaly when the Titans descended from
Mount Othrys to challenge their own
children in battle & Aphrodite et Lolite
beguiled the giant men smelling of *****

her favorite perfume & they couldn't hold
their **** together until the Olympians
led by Zeus descended on them & tore
new ******* throughout space; yet, the

most charming & alluring ******* of all
even ever since those great grand golden day
in the wild green hills of mana, mama &
more & more ******* as time went by still      
the greatest snooch ever conceived                          believe me, this is simple
is that simple    so ****** once a month                          sea of red sea of blue sea of Aphrodite's birth                she the ocean mistress & streetwaker took his whole head filled w/ holes as it was,
                                          a ***** madman acts saner than a ***** sane man                                                              ­  into her underneath her flat belly is a          
                          snooch so absolutely adorable &                 insanely rare as a diamond up ur *** I checked craw & swallowed a *****          madwoman is saner than a ***** woman
                               dreaming of vistas where each atom came            
       together to forge the goddess of beauty                            underneath
Vulcan's ******* metalwork; given the dawn, Iris flees after taking a good look at the newborn naked queen of all thing sweet & good & delicious & lovely;
Aphrodite                                                ­      sole snooch of the Goodest
goddess of love & beauty; there's never
been another although little girls grow into
***** trying to be Miss This, Miss That &
even Miss Thing, the oldest title of them
all with Hottentot ***** & **** like shelves
& faces I just can't seem to remember;

Dear Feminine Grace, bless
me this day w/ the sweetest smelling snooch;
oh, I am the lame prophet w/ ***** of sun
Oh, thousands of millennia have passed
since ur generations went down to the heart
the valley where her ******* roils in hot soup
made from Holy Water & I will kiss the green
sky & huff paint & love the young pups
who have green lettuce in their teeth &                              raisins for brains;
Oh, how the genius grows                                                      green & abstract
from her abstract ***;

I meet *****                 insane women       in the park by the water where Aphrodite walks barefoot towards        me & I go insane; the green grass beneath her feet is soon beneath her *** & I am a                         god only b/c her snooch
becomes visible                               in the universe where it is all that I see & contemplate as if I were a philosopher w/ a ***** & she a goddess w/ a                  bald snooch; O give me heaven this day solid & soft as silk
cal·li·pyg·i·an
ˌkaləˈpijēən/ adjective
adjective: callipygian; adjective: callipygean
having well-shaped buttocks.


Origin: late 18th century: from Greek kallipūgos
(used to describe a famous statue of Venus),
from kallos ‘beauty’ + pūgē ‘buttocks,’ + -ian.

Goodest was the best word that I could think of when, with love, the Catholical bishop exclaimed: "¡Su pene es como una pelota de playa cubierto de espaguetis!" which means: "Your ***** is like a beach ball covered in spaghetti!"; "Finally, praise Holy God," I murmured, "common sense from the church of Saint Peter."

an assembly bill would if not already being a crime stop civil rights violations, the privacy of identity is being violated in war crime language.  goodest morrow.

would
an assembly bill would if not already being a crime stop civil rights violations, the privacy of identity is being violated in war crime language.  goodest morrow.


This assembly already has failed general language assembly of keeping peaceful life from being withdrawn under additional burden

Corruption of cause for addition
Attempt to reduce and dissuade competent legislature

In thousand oaks they got people
Living in the sewer
I went to two hospitals
One in hand cuffs
Said how you cram a person in a sewer
And they don't get septic shock
***** is doubled over
And you shat your face out at me

I'm from new york
I can speak Californian
You a malpractice ******* out your face

Human commodity brokerage broke ridge firm

Power to the motel 6 owner
The stereo type slavery
The master sacrifice A-1


Crook, master class the blast city reputoire
Publicatin enterprise doctor they on shoelace.trajectory not so relevent

Me and the goodest sugar moon child

Esq the war, the ear the hustle so dear


Can I getta stick shifta from Miami

Golden preserves **** goblet upgrade the nova satellite dish me butter

New york can see you
I can't raise you

What tha gamble on that royce

Reconvene!!!!

The ultimaters phone slowly

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