"pauperish" poems
My car won’t work,
I’m totally *******
It’s acting totally rude;
Imbued with a bad attitude.
Like a metal horse
That needs to be shoed
It’s behavior is almost lewd
Waiting around for a rich guy
To come and be the dude
I checked to see if the problem is
Lack of water or life-giving crude,
Oil that is, Texas tea.
It’s silly to expect wealth of me
Always broke, an automotive joke.
All I can do is sit and croak
Like the frog on a log spoke
And since my car chose to croak
I gave my mechanic a poke.
He decided my wallet was too full.
Now I’m in the thrall of a lull
With too much idle time to ****
I’ll pay the bill, I know I will,
But still, this whole thing is a pill.
It’s not that I hate holding still,
It’s just that I have so few frills
And this is financially uphill.
I will make it work somehow
But for now, it’s back to the plow
That I’ll pull but don’t know how.
A result of the here and the now.
I may just be whining, not sure
But I see no ready-made cure
For now my sense of loss is pure
And there may be no sinecure.
I just have to grin and endure.
I walk and I wait and I cuss
Waiting for the ever-late bus
To ride with other unfortunates.
At least I’m not on a date
And being embarrassed to state
The case of my pauperish state.
Really, none of this is great.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
You say there's a method to your madness
as you
brush my bristled edges
so that i may be radiant as a rose
my imperfections unimportant
as long as you
Magnify my Magic
Hide my Hideous
Bury my Burdens
Mistake my Madness
Omit my Ugly
Thus Creating
Whimsy out of Wonder
Hope out of Hatred
Love out of Ludicrously
DESTROY ME
in order to
DISCOVER ME
but how can i be a proper muse
when reality doesn't recognize
your daydream design of me?
this portrait you've painted has me walking on a mountains edge
terrified that one day you will awaken to find
the petals you've planted perished
pauperish not princess-esque
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC