"goofs" poems
homeland security
on these nuts
home land security
in your butts
home land security
look but don't touch
it's too much
for 'em to understand
***** jacker
**** in hand
hatin' big wacker
on tha attacker
i like 'em blacker
she's a ***** packer
don't like 'em battered
spell bound brain washed
what's tha matter?
Homeland Security Act
homeland security
tryin' ta scare
why can't tha government care?
socialist ideals
not tryin' to hear
hippie gal tryin' ta spread peace
until the cognizance cease
down with tha ****
come in your hair
tryin' ta do me long
they can't take it down
ya know they messin' around
neo-con trick
tryin' ta make brunette sick
don't they like the way i hold my ****
maybe i wanna take a lick
lyin' bitchin' wichin' cryin'
like a man's supposed to be dyin'
look at 'em fryin'.
sorcery zap to the court-ordered goofs
snitchin'
doin' bad things
mad federal schemes
they all occultic fiends
with yo mama church
as the ball swings
** **** on me
mother **** the holy see
what ya tryin' to be
....holy?
goons, screws, pigs and spooks
sayin cognizance aint to use
poor court ordered goofs so-abused
papists vowed in their delusions of grandeur
all you supposed ta think
...is white cop
expendable masses they say aint allowed ta know
while they call the pope pop
guardian protectors of tha white bred
they wanna make tha people brain dead
feds frivolous threats
tha number on your badge says zero
what you tryin' to be?
A super hero?
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
To kiss someone's lips
Or grab them by the hips
One must enlist
In the power dynamic
Inside every relationship
There are surprises
Of different disguises
I must ignore the lies of
Reachers and settlers
Stalkers and meddlers
Those who are aloof
And those who are goofs
The process never foolproof
When animals hide their hooves
I took that dubious bet
I thought it'd be fun
A game of Russian roulette
With a fully loaded gun
There were unfair rules set
That's how you won
A one hundred percent threat
I'd be hurt a ton
It started effecting my health
When I couldn't be myself
Because my self emulation
Amounted to self immolation
So I sought your consultation
For the vacation
Of placation
But you took advantage
At least from my vantage
I could see your rampage
Straight from the Stone Age
Like a time traveling mage
That summoned a cage
There was a pattern
We kept going around
Like the rings of Saturn
Until I hit the ground
You made me foolishly wait to test me
And then hated when things got messy
Now you claim that you're a blessing
For what you do after **********
You must be jesting
Confidence cresting
Never confessing
Or addressing
The emotional underbelly
You just like to undersell me
Saying that I'm underwhelming
I'm talking to a tundra telling me
That it makes me a better me
Apologizing not part of your plan
You tell me you don't understand
You must think I'm stupid
To treat me so putrid
My patience you've used it
So the dead weight loosened
Once I let go of your noose hand
You come back begging
You incorrectly pegged me
As forgiving not petty
I guess you never met me
Or at least said goodbye to the best me
After never acting on the behest of me
And making me think less of me
You've become a pest to me
Not part of my destiny
Just part of the generic sea
Of those I let be
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
Wake up laughing
cackle into the kitchen
9:15 a.m. on Sunday
cop-outs couched in cups of coffee
Sofa King Redundant
Lock the door but no one's coming
I'm the LORD OF ALL I SURVEY!
Survey says the pilot's out
sink is full and
blinds are drawn.
It smells like sweat and silence
and a mostly empty fridge.
"Everything the light touches is yours!"
Outstanding power bill
bank statements
unreconciled
unwashed clothes
and unsent thank-you notes.
Shrink-wrapped books on how to cope.
Maybe I'll ask for a raise...
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
First: Get mad when someone goofs up.
Take "overreaction", and add a half-cup.
Bottle the liquid anger up,
and store until it boils over...
Pop the cork at some bystander,
and It flows with a vengeance, past him or her,
and straight to the innocent; add just a little stir,
and thats miscommunication.
Caution: Don't drink in groups-- it's quite explosive
and the need for communication is just too massive.
No experiment shows the involved to be passive
It becomes aggression for aggression's sake.
Last: Toss the leftovers. You don't want them anymore.
Everyone is a little less happy than they were before,
But fixing it is just too big a chore,
So the effects last about 4 hours.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 1:04 PM UTC
Do you think cavemen used to run through fields
feeling the rush of wind on their face
and the joy of being alive?
Do you think they jumped on each other's backs
And splashed each other with water?
Did they smile and glow just like we do
during a fit of tickles?
Or did they just **** mammoths
and draw cave art?
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
life is brutal, life is not about something to rest
yet the grave is not its goal
happiness is on the way at slowest
after a time it would heal your soul.
in the world's broad field of battle,
in the topsy-turvy of life
be not like dumb to down settle
be a super power in the strife
no one is perfect, no one is angelic
angels were much before turned into devils into Satan
filth of greed speaks over the truth,
hold on, the way to hell is far shorter than that of heaven.
it's not a race of being contented
but it's something that inner soul could bring up sanctity
be up and doing and stay adapted
for the sake of humanity.
sick of old memories,
grieving over that people left you away
give a shot and try some new self-developed theories
like a diamond in the rough, be at bay
from all filth, even the darkest hour has only sixty minutes
today is the day not yours
trust it, do not fix your limits
its yet to begin an era through life's hues
long for shadow in the dark
yearn for truth in the lies
hanker after love in the whirlpool of nights
all dreams are cryptically lingered in the eyes
sad for goofs resulted to what is been lost
be remembered when you passed on cloud nine
be an initiator and life is fine.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
let's start with a simple hi,
and end with a ferocious goodbye
do you remember the first night we've said i love you
that's like my taste of first kiss,
never thought i'd give my love so easily
just to be broken in a bliss..
i kept telling these tales inside my head
that this is only a phase, a nightmare someday i'd wake up to
but it's been almost 2 years and it still feels
like a storm and mess inside of my heart
and all those places, i see your ghost
and past laughs and goofs,
i don't wanna move on from the realest thing i've ever had,
i want you to call me by my name and tell me it'll be okay
and hold my hand again even for the last time,
i've tried playing fire, destroyed my memories with you
chose recreate it with others, failed as a failure like me,
i wanna scream at you, but really i just want you back..
why'd we end up here, can you please tell me why?
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 6:30 AM UTC
amongst the night scented pines
i register
with an impish partner
plugged from off a fancy tiered cake
her school dance dress
and me a lumberjack of fashion
new together
us toys two
splintered from our band of goofs
you are crow
I become antler crowned
a primer of pranky static
amongst the wooded pines
roots and leaves
rhythm extant
and a flashlight
and slunken and bravado
and hip checks and embarrass
and mischief seek
and mischief applied
and bombast
stolen alcohol and torso
spatty wind and forrest
swig
mouth-to-mouth
and pines and dark
cloud covered stars and no moon new
all the time a thing impending
romance with exposed wrists
a sick excite
glassy glances into eyes
and our mind could speed friction into flame
feel the spin of the earth
it's all just speeding up
we clutch
the pine roots hold it all together
drawn silence....
...
and she laughs
to unnerve the 'breath withheld'
then wind springs
and creaking and branches again
and we dance our feint
we dub it 'the turpentine'
one flashlight
each takes turn and spotlights the other
drunken performances
hers a showy enchant
and baiting stumbles
discarded slippers
earthy wet knees
through laddered tights
playing meekish prey
i only take a quick awkward turn
(some tribal hunter mime)
so she can clown once again
our spotlight scatters life
steals the nights light
strips auras from the trees
and we fire out the beam
in waste and hazard
as only courting humans would dare
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
Not shaken, endlessly, mistaken, dead.
In nature I am sly,
when thinking rather shy.
Decisions in less than a day,
like whether or not you're going to stay,
should all be made alone on roofs.
I am the one who goofs.
Now please don't run away.
I can also take the check and pay.
You think of saying bye,
your clock says time to go back to my
not taken, hopelessly, forsaken, bed.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
#**Six to Twelve
(My Big Sister)**
My sister,
she’s a silly ol’ priss.
Know what she did?
She gave her boyfriend a kiss!
Blech! Doesn’t she know
boys are just yucky?
Doesn’t she know
they’ll make you buggy?
We used to do things together,
my sister and me.
We’d play in our yard
And climb up our tree.
But now when my sister
Arrives home from school,
She calls up her boyfriend.
She thinks she’s SO cool.
She giggles and whispers
Closed up in her room.
She stays there forever!
Well…
All afternoon.
She’s acting so silly.
It must be a stage.
But I won’t be like that!
When I get to her age!
**Twelve to Six
(My Little Sister)**
My little sister,
she’s such a pest.
She goofs off in the morning
when she needs to get dressed.
She has to be reminded
to brush her teeth and her hair.
I have to tell her what to do sometimes
and even what to wear.
She can really get in my way.
I want to be serious,
but she wants to play.
I wonder will she ever grow up?
Will she be cool like me?
I know I was her age one time
but I was more grown up, you see!
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
Fat Confederates in Camouflage Knee-Pants
General Robert E. Lee in in a slogan tee -
One cannot imagine such, nor yet
**** Dowling defending old Galveston
Armed with made-in-China tiki torches
Doctor Martin Luther King adorned in bling -
One cannot imagine such, nor yet
The Little Rock Nine disfigured with tats
Or freedom marchers sporting designer sneaks
So, all you goofs and oafs and slobs and yobs,
Get out of the way; go find yourselves jobs
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
While this usually means
What would Jesus do
I have a wiley scheme
To share another with you
Standing in the yard
Around the fire pit
Thinking we're goofs
Not getting chairs to sit
We are really cold both inside and out
I'm think this weather needs a manual
So I stand up and shout
WWJD. We want Jack Daniels.
Gentleman would be smooth
Single barrel would be better
But I'm to cold to move
Wife volunteers so I let her
She comes back with the Jack
And a stack of cups
Its okay that its old no 7 black
Friends arrive and I say what's up
We pour a round
To **** the chill we are mired
We begin to mound
More wood upon the fire
We empty the bottle with a little tear
This tradition is annual
Friend pulls out another one says have no fear
he shouts WWJD we want Jack Daniels
The whiskey, continuous pour
No one is leaving here tonight
Palletes on the floor
The sky is clear and bright
The party winds down
Our friendship is unequal
Nobody wears a frown
Forged by WWJD we want Jack Daniels
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
Maybe it’s beneficial to indulge in a relation
whether it be for your friends or for the nation
But still there’s something that helps in speculation
That ******* thing is called Isolation!
Don’t wanna stay alone? Wanna go make some friends?
Well, stop right there bro cuz you ain’t aware of their trends!
You meet them, they like you, well that feeling is untrue,
Cuz you text them, you call them, all your trust…upon them
They check it out, ignore, cuz you’re being such a bore!
Talk to you or call you back, depends on their funky mood,
You’re a geek, you’re a freak, you ain’t got no attitude!
They show up with some cool fellas who are the so-called savages,
Now you, unknown lame creature are useful in holding baggages!
You weep, you yell, you feel like being betrayed
But you’re such a misfit, so you don’t possess what you made!
So, let’s just think about it to help lay the foundation
To get rid off irritation, that collage-making application,
And put your concentration to the all curing Isolation! “Utkarsh Upadhyay”
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC