Do us old farts really need testies
They get in the way of
Our branches.

What do you call two friends for life who just hang back low?
Testies for life-

~*~

Rising from the earth,
like the native Comanche.
He’s really quite dandy.
Introducing...
President Chimpanzee.

So fierce and strong,
like a banshee—
but brave and cute,
Like little orphan Annie.
No, his name’s not Randy,
or Sandy, or Fannie, or Mandy—
get it right!
The name’s,
Chimpanzee.

You may find him with Andy,
eatin’ nanners in the pantry,
but no need to get antsy—
He’s not getting handy with granny!
I mean, come on—
he’s a chimpanzee!

Oh, that fuzzy man candy.
His ideas—so fancy dancy.
Building a democratic jungle of equality.
A born leader like King Ramsey!
Did you forget him already?
You know the dude...
Chimpanzee.

So, get up, America!
Stop playing with your testies.
Pull up your pantsies.
Go gather all that you can see,
and put them in a frenzy—
with definite intensity,
For the
              grandly,
                swanky,
                  vigilante,
                    Yankee,
                       of Miami.

Give us liberty.
Give us...
President Chimpanzee.

A voice levy—to impose a fee on speaking freely.
My breath is so heavy, as my bones take on another
burden. Searching in the confines of a world not letting
me be.

A Christian that has been castrated; as you'd assume
I never had the testies to speak my father's truths.
The world has test me plenty times as a youth, before
my ***** even dropped. This part may penetrate some
sensitive hearts, so let me stop.

Perhaps you'd call me being too religious.
My religion isn't based on a bound by monastic vows.
Tis of relationship I have with my God. Filled with His
holy spirit, after being saved by His son's loving grace.
But alas you'd still call me being too religious either way.

But that's okay—I'll turn the other cheek.
Do it as many times as like in rinse and repeat. I can follow
those lessons of the Bible, but please don't hit me with,
"well aren't you a Christian," when I'm at my lowest.
I'm a Christian, but human too. I'm also going through it too.
Do I still seem being too religious to you?

Perhaps I'm being too religious to speak any real truth.
You'd call me selfish, if I said I don't speak truth for
me or you. I speak truth for my creator, but saying that
would create tension. When I speak of repentance to a sinner,
a part of me expects aggression. But I see that you're empty,
and hope to lead you into being filled by the Lord. But I'd seem
to full of myself, and a fool to try and save a sinner. At fault for
being a Christian, as you'd love to say, being too religious.

I guess I'll always be too religious.

im Mad, sad and can’t figure out  why I keep thinking bout you ...
Is  it the regret that’s eating me alive?
Or the silence of your solitude.
Is it the stinch of a relationship the died like 2 to 3 years ago?
Or this peanut butter sandwich that’s really not fulfilling me
It feels like I’ve been hit in the “testies”

do you ever look
at your reflection
for the first time
change your mind

a new conception
a song or book
a poem
alone-

by maya angelou
she says,
nobody but..
when i read this

my heart breaks
my testies lift
too  talented
her hard life..


ii

i confess
i stole my copy
to her
a rabbit before
headlights (lol..)

sorry,
forgive me
i love you
would she berate
me..

will you mine
be
did you have money
i could not help
it
i treasure it

i loved your
poems
but i feel guilty
timeless

truths
filler of hearts!
full of wisdom
all love-
all..

mended me
mends me
i have paid
we pay..

I like to
Laugh out loud at even silly comedy
Do small helps unasked to needy
smile to the ones who lack wits
Make friends with innocent kids
Have silly fights with besties
beg to talk again,calling them testies
Compel him to accompany for walk
walk away with friends leaving him back
Stand to get drenched in the rain
And Pull him too to play in the rain
Many a tiny wishes like this
Happy to have fulfilled, writing like this.