"tikki" poems
Boomzzz tikki tikki tikki
Wah Wah oomphz oomphz
me 69 ******** on yo momma and yo sis
Dr Weedlord ain't got time your hissy fits
dunk dur *** all over yo ****
Slap *** and go on reighding
Daddy Boozhead banging on your meemaw
asdf hu asdofh u asdjfnhau sdfh unh
p.s no women are harmed in the making of this production
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
I’m staring down eternity in a hearse, waiting for the traffic of demons to disperse
I’m lounging on the constellation of a large spoon
Curled up, catching some Z’s by the Moon
They sling “psychopath” as an insult
Bitter chuckles are the result
I’m a countenance of compunction
Feeling my bruised soul twang with pain at every immoral junction
I’m stuck in a reality that calls me the menace
Like Rikki Tikki in cobra infested jungles
I play the Gothic tune of death in my mind
I sever the glue of innocence and ties that bind
They chant my name with nursed hate
They throw blows in a ferocious spate
All I need to escape is an utterance of confession
It’s the sole solution to dig out of such deep a depression
Yet, I contort out of the grip of these vicious cohorts
For a question pierces my psyche like bullets in the brain
Why should I denounce myself as a monster to condemn
When they fail to see the ones growing inside of them?
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
Early spring has come to Thelma’s farm.
The geese are on the pond,
a green velvet carpet circles the barn
while songbirds greet the morning sun.
We walk down Thelma's rutted road
where milk trucks used to rumble in
to fetch the morning’s yield.
Old Tikki leads the way - a pale fluff of a mutt
like a dust mop searching for its handle.
Thelma’s cows are long since gone –
sold off after Dutch was called to eternity
but she'd no more forsake this land - her land
than the sun would forget to rise.
Early spring has come to the Missouri hills
where clean warm breezes whisper hope.
Soon the ready soil will taste
the furrowing blades of the plow
near fields where livestock graze and flourish.
We’ve reached the bend in the road.
Old Tikki's wearing down
so we turn to retrace our steps.
A committee of neighbor calves
studies us with soulful eyes
and we appear to pass inspection.
Tikki guides us on our homeward path
where a ribbon of golden jonquility
neatly trims the foreyard fence.
Spring has come again to Thelma’s farm
as it always has and always will -
where clean warm breezes whisper hope.
March 13, 2011
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
At the hole where he went in
Red-eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.
Hear what little Red- eye saith:
Nag, come up and dance with death!
Eye to eye and head to head
(Keep the measure Nag).
This shall end when one is dead
(At your pleasure, Nag).
Turn for turn and twist for twist-
(Run and hide you, Nag).
Hah! The hooded death has missed!
(The sad one betide you, Nag)!
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
there are days
when i wish
Nagini would just
swallow me whole
so that i
could prove to
the world that
i could escape
b e c a u s e
Rikki Tikki Tavi
isn't on my side
i would slit
the beast from
the inside and
emerge dripping with
serpent saliva (ew)
"Hey, whats for dinner?"
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
I imbibe on this treacherous night
Amongst fanged smiles
And murderous eyes.
They all know how to ****
But themselves- are afraid to die.
Take another one down-
Their laughter like a car crash rapes my ears. They sin but know no tears. I fail but know no fears. I can't relate to my peers. What am I doing here?
Got flanked by one asking, "So, in your eyes, what's the biggest difference between the rich and the poor?"
"One has nothing but act like it's everything. The other has everything and acts like it is nothing. Both think the other a fool."
Another one interjects, "But surely poverty can't be that noble."
As if Jesus was handing out cheese trays and champagne to dinner guests wearing Italian suits with silk vests.
"Poverty is self inflicted. Anyone who works hard enough can achieve whatever they want."
I smirk and say, "That's why your grandfather's business pays for all of your families' needs, so you can reap the benefits and call it work?"
The subject is changed.
Some nonsense about politics now.
And all they do is talk.
No mind changed or knowledge gained.
The atmosphere is dry; tame has become their death glance.
Maybe I should change the music and show them how to dance.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC