I am yours, always yours
For as long as I am useful
As long as you will have me.
I am a ****** idol,
A divine ***** who
May not be the classiest but
Certainly gets the job done.
You were unsophisticated,
Uneducated,
Crude.
Rude.
My mood may change but
My feelings never did.
You left me in the gutter,
Kind,
Knowing it to be my
Place of birth;
Cold,
Knowing it to be the
Place for my death.
I am yours, always yours
Until a more fit replacement may come.
It is more, is more,
Is more rain-spickle,
Spack-tackle, shoe-**** love-drunk easy
To miss my train.
You alighted onto the next platform,
Passing me by on the way
To being busy, to pretending to have a delay.
Don't carry your head so high
When everything you told me was an utter lie.
Why
Would you pretend your life could be shared with me?
Your sweet-warm friendship could
Slip through my fingers,
Keeping the arthritis of
Loneliness away.
So I tried to help you
Carry your back,
And I carried you out of
Immaturity,
But now
I'm ***-snubbed into your snow,
Snowy skin which smothers me
In spring feelings gone cold.

There was a Young Person of Crete,
Whose toilette was far from complete;
She dressed in a sack,
Spickle-speckled with black,
That ombliferous person of Crete.

Overthink
Overthought
What am I
To get over?
She is the real Durden
Everything that I am not
But an apple turnover,
Spickle and spackle
Listen to the crinkle
And the crackle,
What plays the mind
If the records
No longer spin,
Retreat retreat retreat
On repeat
No baffle
To this wiffle
Waffles in the AM,
Pockets empty
There is nothing to collect
Unemployed dreams
I question the sparkle,
The sweet of the sprinkles
This life long ago wrecked...

APAD16 - 006 © okpoet

A yins tootal libra las knodge sur
Y dracki din las knodge-long sur refles?
Y gobbledin a moor im et y knodgeur,
Im a gobble dur im din demi-gobbledygookle motts.

Is sect val déa sur igrés,
Et y déoni yo igré et y déoni las igrén mich.
Cho sums yo igré augre déoni, fo und langie commun.
Cho sums yo igré déoni spickle.
Mit eeder ad cruvlumbs dé gagne sur und skeer.
Yo igré vannabi et quen déoni fabro didinut.
Igrés dé und gob strun; Yo croy yo din igré fo bookip déoni fo yo cru.
Cho sums yo igré mich far de loseh.

Gobblo sur déni yo yoove dé may avani.
Yo yoove fabrina bonai et gobblo im demi-gobbledygookle motts.
Yo yoove y plisho yo ackume queen yo dé sur und lend et su-gobble bookip sur aveni et knodgen im und flew sur solni.
Yo yoove mit krelsh et y nibookip laces yo ment envir.
Yo yoove froid schlusch y salve sun cho solni.
Yo yoove cho fishes sun froid sonlni.
Yo yoove mit bati et crickie batigulo.
Cho sums yo yoove much far de loseh.