"kickback" poems
It wasn't quite a party.
More of a kickback
just ten or twelve friends
drinking and smoking from a huge glass ****
all of them huddled around the computer
watching funny videos on YouTube
of people getting hurt and ****
The guy at the controls
went to a website
ratemyboobs.com or ratemytits.com
something like that
and the four girls there
all moaned and groaned
saying they didn't want to see **** like that.
The guys all laughed
and continued rating the pictures of *****
as they came up one by one
when all of the sudden
a picture of a guy holding his ****
came up on the screen.
The girls finally had a reason to laugh
the guys were all grossed out
but one guy more than anyone else
he freaked out.
"What the **** bro?! I don't wanna see guy's ***** I'm not gay!"
"Relax man...no one said that you were. Chill out."
He looked like he was hyperventilating and about to
break out in ******* hives.
"But that's gay **** bro! I'm not gay, so I don't wanna see that **** ****
He stomped off to the backyard
lighting a cigarette
you could still hear him out there
shouting over and over
"I'm not gay. I'm not ******* gay!"
he yelled, pacing back & forth.
Everyone around the computer
didn't know what to say
so they just chuckled quietly
and then someone said it.
What every person there was thinking,
"Wow. That's sad. He's totally gay."
one of the girls said.
"Yup. Totally gay..." the guy at the computer said cracking up.
He rated the **** picture
ten out of ten
and moved on
to more ****
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 9:10 PM UTC
Being with you it's all smiles and giggles
There's no twist turns rhymes or riddles
We are what people may call lovie dovie
Every second spent being silly and happy
I don't ever want it to stop being this way
So let's stay in the honeymoon phase forever
Long sweet good morning text
A simple time nothing Rolex
But gee let's watch if time slows
Let's take this phase where time goes
So let's kickback relax and chill have a drink
We ain't gotta go nowhere anytime soon
Let's stay in the honeymoon phase forever
Let's keep the whip with that new car smell
Shoes fresh out the box with all the value
Natural hair with the scent of cantu
Like telling the same joke over and over but it's still funny
Same terms of endearment bae or boo
We can do something not many can do
So let's stay in this honeymoon phase me and you
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Bad as a ***** *****
Bas as a ***** *****
Flapjack rippin up tracks
Call the conductor
Oh wait that’s me
You need training
Wheel’s on the track
Traction that you stuck under
N never wonder who is coming with the blunderbuss
All up in yo face, one shot n you under us
Ain’t wonderous?
****** up a couple plastics, pause, chill, kickback
Smoke a couple blunts
M to the A G, N to the Ificient
Life’s nice isn’t it?
That is, if ya got a little life light to lighten up those, like,
Way heavy dark instances.
And I don’t give a **** what you’re inference is
Psh, this ***** tryna tell me what the difference is
I thought it was obvious
I am, they are not the ****
Now we all got a nervous system
But that don’t explain why you’re so nervous mister
I done chained two chains up by his whiskers
Gave away his dummy money needed hunny ****** his sister
It’s the
Little Rapscallion
****** up your fleet, better bring the whole battalion
And I rap stallions, you stickin to the stable
Fables of your ladies n your many medalions
**** I’m goin off in this motha *****
Tossin these ***** fuckas wall to wall
Knockin bricks out with a fist pound
So get out n stand back, take notes, watch it fall
I’m bach with ***** don’t matter what your speed
I can clock em all, No cops involved, knock knock knock knock
Lock down drop top n ball
I’m all tweaked up n ***** you bound to stall
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
Uhh..
(baby come through, & come chill wit me..3)..yeah..baby come chill wit me..(come through5)..come chill wit me, Ayee, ( girl what you tryna do,Yeah2)..come chill wit me,Yeah..(what you tryna do girl2)..come chill wit me baby what you tryna do..(come through3)..Yeah baby come (chill wit me5)..baby yeah.. (come through3)..& (come chill wit me3)..come through,..
Babygirl yeah what's good , I know dat you are really in to me & I'm feeling you too,..Babygirl Yeah I see you & you looking cute, your so beautiful, Oooo, boo you got my heart jumping outta my chest beating so fast like I just took 50 pulls from a bong..Ohh, Babygirl you be boosting up my high like a newport, girl your love is so strong, baby your love got me strunged,..Babygirl what you tryna do,..Babygirl come through, kickback wit me Yeah..relax wit me, let's **** & smoke some good weed..I know that's what you tryna do girl..girl (Yeah..what you tryna do 2)...wit me..come through & then baby we can see.. yeah (come through3)..
Aye, girl what you tryna do..stop playing games & chasing after these **** boys..You need to spray some raid to keep them lames away from ya, because you mines, Yeah girl you my boo, girl I know exactly what you need & want you need a King, Uhh you want a real man to help flourish yo dreams, baby let me plant my seed in you, & I really mean that boo, let's start our own kingdom, & family BabyGirl so come through & hang wit me baby..I'll teach you how to live freer girl,..You that type of woman I'll let sit on my face, Babygirl yeah, I wanna drink you, like tea..,&
I ain't even tryna be a player no I ain't just ryhming game to ya, I really mean what I say, Yeah everything that is written is true..,Yeah boo, for sure..Uhh, so..
(Come through4)..Yeah..Yeah..(girl what you tryna do2)..Uhh,..(come through4)..(Yeah2)..come through & come chill wit me,Yeah..chill wit me,girl
I'll show you how a real man suppose to do you so come chill wit me Yeah..(baby come through2)..(come through2)..Aye
Babygirl bring yo **** *** over, & let me undress ya, I wanna hit it from the front, I wanna hit from the side, & I wanna get the back to..shit I'm feeling really freaky girl, I wanna caress you girl I really care for you..Yeah
, I might just lick yo ******* Imma **** you so good, Imma put you in a coma,,no ruthies,Uhh..Imma blow that good kush up in yo nose in the morning, & I bet you'll wake up from it, girl I know yo back hurting, & legs so sore to **** I got you have spasming,baby just let the good smoke relax ya,Aye..Uhh..
Yeah that's what Imma do to you when you come over, boo, baby so come through..Oooo, I wanna *** you up girl, Yeah that's what Imma do..to you..Uhh, Imma **** you so good, Yeah girl, Imma **** you so good..Oooo,yeah I wanna please you so baby..(come through3)..Yeah come through..(girl what you tryna do2)..Yeah what you tryna do,..(come through, Yeah3)..(come through....3)..Ooo,
Aye baby, Imma call you , to come through & when you get to me girl, don't be shy at all Noo, baby I wanna see what you all about, yeah girl, show me what that mouth can do Ooo,..Uhh, baby let me be that ***** I said let me be yo ***** yeah let me be yo best friend, no friends wit benefits, I want you to be my wifey,..Yeah I want you forever & ever baby..
Yeah girl let me be yo man, babygirl..tease me, Yeah dance & strip for a real ***** yeah show me what you all about, Yeah I wanna see what you about, Yeah..so baby..(come through*11)..Ooo
Yeah girl what you tryna do, girl what you been up to..baby..(come through*3)...
Oooo,what you tryna do Yeah..girl what you tryna do yeah..what you been up to..BabyGirl.. (Come through*4)..Yeah girl, what you tryna do, let's make a move now,..
Yeah let's make our own movie baby..just..(come through3)..Babygirl..Yeah..(come through8)..baby Yeah..(come through*3)..Yeah come through.. Girl, what you been up to, baby what you tryna do..,
(girl Yeah, what you tryna do*3)..
Just (come through..*3)
Ooo..Yeah..(come through..*3)
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
Some days you have the ability,
others on a shopping spree.
Dressing clean, ultra supreme.
To live is just a dream that only you can see with binoculars.
I live in our own aura, the World and I. Where we can kickback, sleek the ruffles out of our curtains.
With blood sleeking down the glass window pane, the beginning of a crystal clear scheme
with crimson stains.
A passing by expert, I have yet to earn what removed hastes to which I should come to a slower pace.
Push you into my fool, a clown to a stalemate.
Copping everything on a shopping spree, my feet don’t touch the ground, they elevate.
Now I’m trying to jam using these hands, but one grips at fear.
I don’t have time for tainted misused feelings.
I have to make them squeal for me. Hide in the bushes, they want to be seen with me. Using correct of muscle, I hold me. Carrying all these packages, I’m the one you want.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
Some people say Im mad I just blame the L-RAD
Attacked by services syndicate post grad
Breaking the code of conduct that's sad
Criminal cause nullify's the collaborative ad
All privileged storm troopers got more than I have
Is the conscience alive while watching that sat-nav?
As a key worker your care is what we have
But straying for a kickback is a dent & bad
The mental health stigma is the foot soldiers weapon
Labelling us mentally ill with the DSM con
Exclaiming we're mental while the victim is alone
Stigma comes from the compound hear us groan
Hearing me everywhere have traits of a stalker
Attacking innocents with energy weapons lawbreaker
Violating human rights piggy back hijacker
The conspiracy hypothesis is the startler
Whats the biological molecular structure
Of a mental health disorder
A caucus of people of who can shout louder
Followed by misrepresentation from a reporter
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
He made a gun out of his finger and thumb, and ****** his hand back as if representing the kickback of a pistol.
If it was just his hand then why did my white shoes become speckled red, and why did the light fleet from his eyes?
It's etched into my memory, the day it became more than a joke, the day it wasn't laughs that followed, but instead smoke.
The sick part is, I still have those shoes, they're sitting by my front door stained brown from dry blood.
I'm not sure why I kept them, maybe it's because that's all I have left of my brother.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC
**Unload your vetted earnings
in the collection baskets,
small price to pay
for holy water's kickback,
God thundered an indignant snort
'pon gold filled prospered coffers
within corporate excesses
of enriched gaudy churches
wondering when HIS word
had begotten misconstrued
in clergy's interpretations
of powers' self-aggrandizement
and pontificating gratification;
whilst the huddled masses
were starving midst the pews**
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
It’s a return to form,
Breaking the norm.
Jumping all up in this *****
Break the calm.
The only limits are the ones I set.
So, you better get ready cause I'm not done yet.
I've been chilling in my own space,
Living at a quarter pace
Now I’m about to switch the gears,
Couch potato pulling up in the race.
Catch this smoke
While I blast off,
See the words flow,
Take it as a crash course.
Got the last word,
Don’t argue.
I already stepped up with the virtue.
Got the vision and dreams,
Plotting the schemes,
While I head for the top,
You're still sipping on lean,
So, when you see me prevail,
Don’t fall apart the seams.
My brethren.
This is heaven.
Turn it up to eleven.
Till now you’ve had the discount,
I've been sitting down at a 7.
Now I’m like a 2 for 1 with the double barrel.
Locked and loaded, with the bass and treble,
While you kickback with the recoil.
I step forward
Like a Beast
Boy
.
Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 2:21 AM UTC
On a dark and stormy night,
I was born out of a place without any lights
A nurse and doctor looked at me less
More than they'd expect a child to fix a world—yet being a mess
The clouds were heavy, heaven was empty
And I tricked myself that it was because the Lord had sent me
An angel was with me, but still with a devil within me
Question of sin by a seed, growing like a black willow tree
I was born a writer; with no right to be inspiring
In spite of things, my desire is to speak all the right things
To say you'd stack your success in columns
Sort of feels common; knowledge to mind
All your steps, like you have mind powers
Less successful in the things I did, all uneventful
Quite dreadful, of a sucky life with a hint of menthol
These opinions put over my head all affect my mental
Deep pressed, feeling the pressures of always being depressed
So hard to wear your heart on sleeves, when you wear a vest
With this self opposition, and man's superiority competition
Sometimes forgetting you're Christian, and it's composition
With all the respect for all our women, their first time christen
And with the guidance of someone else's wisdom
To avoid all those mistakes, and repetition
Who else do I need to show respect, for respect back
For being young comes with baggage your adult self will
have to unpack. Getting kicked in your past,
For wanting to kickback and relax;
As you've never completed a difficult task
That an adult never had the time to ask or surpass
That was my childhood, putting me in a foul mood
And life's birds of prey looked at me as child food
Still growing in a pretty beating moment, and it empowers
Because I wouldn't be me without reminiscing on my
hearts and flowers.
Dec 29, 2022
Dec 29, 2022 at 8:52 PM UTC
There is nothing so stupid
As arguing with the stupid
An eye for an eye
One mustn't kickback an ***
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
Although, I’m mindful of the President’s tweets
and the pundits’ chatter;
And, while I keep up with the world news that matters;
Amid the pandemic, the politics, and the police brutality;
I often settle my spirit on . . . poetry.
I take some time.
I free my mind.
S l o w l y, I sip from a glass of smooth merlot wine.
I relax,
I kickback,
and I ride the rhythm of the rhymes.
Because after a bit,
the constant “Breaking News,”
the quarantine,
the vanishing Lysol disinfectant spray amid covid19,
the social-distancing,
the quest for a vaccine,
the protest rallies,
the unsettling maskless scenes,
and the viewing of America’s racial unrest,
just invites unwanted and needless mental stress.
So, during these anxious days of shelter in place,
I retreat to a quiet and pleasing space,
where literature calms all worries within.
I find a book. Take a sip.
And, I warmly welcome fiction like a cherished friend.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
Fay can see Baruch
from the window
of the living room
down on the area
of grass below
he is alone
sitting on one
of the bomb shelters
left over
from the war
she peers down at him
taking in
the cowboy hat
the silver looking
6 shooter toy gun
he seems
to be cleaning
she wishes
she was there
with him
but her father
says she is to stay in
and learn about the saints
and said he will
quiz her later
when he gets home
from work
about them to see
what she has learnt
the book
is on the chair
unopened
a bookmark
of St Benedict
lies on top
her mother
is in the kitchen
preparing soup
she knows her mother
would turn a blind eye
if she wanted
to go out
but they both know
that her father
would punish her
if he caught her out
especially
with Baruch
the Jew Boy
as her father calls him
the killer of Our Lord
he often says
although Baruch
denies being involved
in any way
she hopes Baruch
will look up
at her window
and see her
he has put his gun
in the holster hanging
from the belt
of his jeans
and holds a rifle
bought for him
for his birthday
he aims at the sky
and twirls around
pretending to shoot
pigeons flying
over head
she watches him
as he aims
at the coal wharf
where the coal carts
are being loaded
with coal
from chutes above
her father doesn't like
Baruch even though
Baruch always smiles
and says shalom
to him if he passing
her father on the stairs
of the flats
Baruch says
her father is a schmuck
but she doesn't know
what that means
but if Baruch said it
it must be a nice term
she thinks wiping away
the steamed up glass
where she has
breathed on it
she blows him a kiss
from the palm
of her thin hand
he doesn't know
but he'll get it
any how she knows
he aims at
the steam train
passing over
the bridge
by the Duke of Wellington pub
she smiles as he does
the kickback
from his rifle
the train passes
unharmed
the driver unaware
he has been fired upon
by a cowboy
from the grass
she eyes him
determinedly
wants him to look up
at her window
he lifts the rifle
to the sky again
and fires
then he pauses
lowers his rifle
and stares at her window
she waves
he looks
she waves frantically
he looks away
she bites a lip
he stares up
at her window
and beckons her down
with a wave
of his hand
she waves
crossing her hands
as if to say
can't come
he gazes
and then waves
and blows a kiss
from his hand
upwards
then he climbs down
from the bomb shelter
and disappears
the grass is empty
he has gone
the book of saints
lies on the chair
unopened
she goes
from the window
and picks it up
and opens
and begins to read
sensing
a good portion
of her 11 year old
girl's heart
bleeds.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
Hopeless is true, I listen despite
Ears embrace footfall from the pitch of the night
I tumble slow and reach below to extinguish a candlelight glow
The edges fade to border blue, I whisper soft forging words, untrue, my simple lonely," baby I love you."
But my imaginations walking is soon shattered by a knocking and I find my door unlocking.
Red gates of illusion crack sensitive eyes today as the door slowly swings my way and you say, as you drop your sack of black, that earlier today you don't remember why you felt the lack of my ok to just drop in and say hey. Kickback relax.
How in your brain I find a knowledge that laid in mine.
Justifiable ? Unlikely pliable. Oh I see its a feminine fog. With swaying hand I cut this smog, smoke clears, visions scare me and she eminates a distraught , Jeremy.
Now clear to earthly eyes a shadowed woman whose thoughts untie words from subtle lips confused words so often outright abused.
Your actions all imply that your words are lies.
I remember the nights I cried. My loss of youthful pride.
I volley quickly my reply as your offer I deny.
Hopeless is true.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
Three-two-one, Boom!
Said the guns,
Of Eric and Dylan.
Eric portrayed as mastermind,
Dylan as the follower, the disciple;
Violence: the school of after-hours.
Just say no to sawed-offs,
They proclaimed, laughing;
But by the end they were saying, hell yes.
Eric's nose broken by the kickback,
As he played a game of hide and seek
Under a library table.
But the fun wore off, alas;
The fantasy lived out was not as fulfilling
As all the dreams they'd shared.
So they went on to hell together
To see what trouble they could raise there-
And left us all holding the bag.
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 10:00 AM UTC
One night, one evening
Girl, scared
O’re the toilet she’s heaving
Ok
Refrain
Another shot
On the way
Methane
*******
Ecstasy in her, broke veins
Insane
Propane
She puts down the bottle to find her
Left brain
Mundane
How to drown out
This pain
This pain
Her thought train
Now just an empty track
Please Father I pray
Give this girl her life back
Hey but,
This time around
She’s gonna be alright
This time around
She’s gonna put up a fight
This time around
She’s ready to ignite
Yea this time around
She’s gonna get it right
Sayin’
This time around
She’s gonna be alright
This time around
She’s gonna take it to the heights
This time around
She’s ready to rewrite
Yea this time around
She’s gonna get it right
Comeback
Icepack
She’s feeling around
Pitchblack
Missed that
Take a deep breath
Fill her air sack
Kickback
Relax
Stop time
Rewind
To the gods above
She whined
But they could only sit there and laugh
At the suffering of their favorite little handicraft
One second
from a blast
From the past
“Why me” she would ask
She would ask
Agast
Harassed
Daddy put his hand on her back
Abashed
She lashed
Against the bed
roughcast
Night after night
And day after day
Their little secret
Would never ever walk away
Down the street
Watch her feet
Clippings on the concrete
Retreat
So sweet
Calm her little heartbeat
Repeat safe
Repeat scared
Find comfort in ******* on her hair
Get away from him
Get away from them
She ain’t never gonna go back again
She’s on her own now
It’s up to her
Mindset switch
Emotional transfer
Ain’t nothing but a reflex you see
Little girl grown up
She drinks away reality
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
As I closed my eyes,
I reverted back to a place of peace.
A place sheltered by a wall my mother gave to me.
I watched myself dream
lucidly
I ran through the fields of knee high grass, passed a kickback and jumped into the daises as soft as a kiss upon the lips.
I was happy with the sun.
Her beloved friend wrapped her arms around me and loved me more than I loved my tea..
I grew angry as the teacher tapped me for one last note.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
Im going way up, success higher than you'll ever be, tryna **** the pain, but babe, you're your biggest enemy. I tried to help you through it, tried to be your biggest fan, tried to hear the music, but the **** just wasn't there.
See, I couldn't get anywhere with your weight on top -wait you were always on the bottom -oops, I forgot, we're talking about your pride and your selfish ways -I was a ******* angel living in your hellish daze.
Don't get me wrong, I loved you from the very start, but the best thing you've ever done for me was "break" this heart. You shot me where it hurts, left me bleeding out, and now you 'bout to feel that kickback while I resurrect.
Stronger than ever, broken but rising like the sun, everything I'm doing is leading me to number 1. I thought you was protecting me, but you were holding me back. I could've loved you for ever, thanks for saving me from that.
I want to thank you for all that you've done to me cause now I know what I need. I know what I need. I love who you used to be, and now you're no good to me. so, i'm gone.
NJ2016
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
Hopeless is true, I listen despite
Ears embrace footfall from the pitch of the night
I tumble slow and reach below to extinguish a candlelight glow
The edges fade to border blue, I whisper soft forging words, untrue, my simple lonely," baby I love you."
But my imaginations walking is soon shattered by a knocking and I find my door unlocking.
Red gates of illusion crack sensitive eyes today as the door slowly swings my way and you say, as you drop your sack of black, that earlier today you don't remember why you felt the lack of my ok to just drop in and say hey. Kickback relax.
How in your brain I find a knowledge that laid in mine.
Justifiable ? Unlikely pliable. Oh I see its a feminine fog. With swaying hand I cut this smog, smoke clears, visions scare me and she eminates a distraught , Jeremy.
Now clear to earthly eyes a shadowed woman whose thoughts untie words from subtle lips confused words so often outright abused.
Your actions all imply that your words are lies.
I remember the nights I cried. My loss of youthful pride.
I volley quickly my reply as your offer I deny.
Hopeless is true.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
This Pain
What Can We Gain From This Pain
My Melanin Is A Weapon
It's Feared In Those Who Don't Know Me
I Can Walk And Feel The Earth Around Me
She's Crying And Wishes To Be Laid At Rest
My Mind Is In Loops
While Society Trying To Fit Me Into Stereotypical Groups
I Loose Myself.....
I Try To Sit Up Straight & Speak Proper , I Bleach My Skin , & Straighten My Hair For If I Am Not Me Am I Already Dead......
Powerful Kings I've Seen Sooo Many Laid At Rest
Powerful Kings With Strong Minds & Intellect
Fell Into Societies Trap , Now You Feel The Need To Trap, To Sip On Syrup & Kickback
Instead Of Planting Your Feet And Feel The Earth Grow
For You Are My Kings & We Are Your Queens , We Need Love
Stand As One & Sacrifice Sanity
Break The Chains
Before We Lose What's Near
Break The Chains
For I See Your Worth Your Strength & Your Power
For You Are The Kings & Queens Of The Everlasting Hour
This Pain.....
What Am I To Do With This Pain
Feel From The Dirt Of Our Fallen
Inhale & Connect With Them
Take Their Legacy And Grow
For This Pain Shall Not End If We Do Not Begin
Stand Up And Rewrite Your Fate In The "Free Land Of AmeriKKKa!!"
-KBell #theunjustmind
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
Oh there's plenty of things
That are wrong with me
I desire to do better
To make my flaws new strengths
To not flop at the first sign of changing weather
I've got some screws in my head loose
And an attention span shorter than the kickback on a black tre deuce
Looks wise I'm about as appealing as a dead spruce
And that's just my looks, not my personality which is *******
I swear I'm too nice for my own good. And my head moves faster than the gap in my face
I've got a **** memory, even if I've known you for years I'd still forget your face
But
I'm flawed and cracked like a Thursday night in a love shack
And I'm trying to find strength that sometimes isn't there
I get so frustrated with myself I wanna pull out my short hair...
But through all this, I'm still standing and I know one day I'll get there.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
We came from all over the land
To show our hand and our signs
And resign from the silent crowd
That allowed this filth to control
And dig a hole in our Constitution;
To point out the fools that choose
To use our schools to abuse us
With their taking of bribes and
Payoffs for scribes in the media.
It was an amazing time to climb
Off our sofas and it was thrilling
Even with the wind chilling us.
But these kids, friends and families
Had grown tired of homilies by crooks
Justifying what they took from us
And throwing us all under the bus
In the name of patriotism and then
Giving back in nepotism to their
Friend's foreign bank accounts,
As well as a hefty kickback account,
Which amounts to the same thing.
The nation admired the children
They had sired should move to fight
For what is right when leaders
Turned out to be followers of wrong.
They lifted voice in songs and chants
And shocked the pants off mediocrity
By standing in all solemnity to face
The worst of our race who ruled
That murdering children ranked less
Than the mess our country has begun
By protecting horrible guns more
And giving children in school
A much lower overall score.
Not often enough, we wake up
As a country, and stand up
To picket, protest and crowd
Around the symbols we have found
That mean we are being swindled
And the innocent are being starved
And carved up and killed daily
So our leaders can go gaily on
With business as usual; a kind of
Tone-deaf musical for the twisted.
But we stopped liking the lyrics
And cynics doing the singing
With bad voices too loudly,
So, we proudly declare a mistrial
That has gone on too long a while
And needs to quit. Those in power
Need to sit down at home
And leave the real people alone
And we at home need to step in
And begin this freedom and equality
Promise and fulfillment for real
And apply it to the common weal.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
The lion stepped out into the sun
And rubbed his side against a tree.
Surveying his exhibit at the animal park,
He said, "This is the life for me!
"Dinner is served on a regular basis;
I never have to hunt for my food.
I'm served the tastiest horsemeat and mutton.
I even eat rabbit when I'm in the mood.
"There's no fighting to defend my territory;
That to me is a huge relief.
My kickback style might surprise some
And go against popular belief.
"The lady lions share my feelings;
They like my pomp, my manner, my style.
At the same time, they can appear
A bit stand-offish once in a while.
"I can be lazy and sleep for hours,
Or if I choose, I'll romp and play.
And when I start to feel a bit frisky--
Well, THAT'S a topic for another day.
"My friends in the wild suffer from afflictions--
An illness, an infection from a small ****
If I catch a cold or need attention,
The humans are here to help in a flash.
"Visitors sometimes get on my nerves
As they stand and gawk and stare.
But when that happens, I can always
Ignore them or go off and hide in my lair.
"Or I can lie here and stare at the humans
And fantasize and imagine how great
It could be one day to find
A delicious human on my plate.
"I remain the king of the beasts;
The other animals still quake when I roar.
(Some of the non-differentiating types
Even tremble when I snore.)
"Ah, yes," (yawn) "I have it easy.
Although many would NOT agree.
As far as THIS lion is concerned,
My life is really the life for me."
- by Bob B
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
After school
We'd go to yours,
Cuddle up in bed,
Breathless from head.
Bathed in your scent
& warmed to my core.
But guilt and shame battle within,
I suppose in you it came to win.
We'd smoke **** kickback
& roll around in the sheets,
Wash away sweat from each other's bodies in the shower.
But back at school you'd ignore me,
You'd laugh when your friends cornered me and called me ***
You'd avoid eye contact while sending sweet texts,
I guess all was cool, my name on your phone book reads Harriet.
When I bumped into you at lunch, my food ended up on the floor, in the bathroom I fell to the floor locked the door and let tears pour.
Back at yours, on the same streets we've lived on for years.
"Old friends" I guess I should ignore,
Your treatment of me doesn't change.
Why can't I shake you,
Lost in fantasy,
The possibility of us.
The thought that you might love me.
We'd burn one down but this time you took my virginity,
The agony washed away by pleasure, still lost in my fantasy.
But you rolled off me,
Face contorted with disgust,
You'd barely gone cold inside me before you returned to being cold with me.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
there's a place
illuminated
by thousands of shining stars
where Heaven looks down in a kickback smile
where your drift over the air like a goddess holding an apple
and it's a place just for you and me where
no one else will ever be allowed entrance through the invisible gates
one day we will go there to sprint among the flowers and drink from the Nectar a sign saying
Welcome to the Garden
you smile and the flowers rise and the animals run
how peaceful how beautiful this thing this dream this
(give me your heart, dear)
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC