"trebek" poems
I have this friend
(it's really me)
Who has this girlfriend
(who's really she)
Who has this quirk
(really several)
Which she'd deny
(which is another)
She's not anti-gay,
Sees right past color, creed and ethnicity;
Sees women for being women,
Men for men,
And any combination thereof,
And vice versa.
No, she can see right past bigotry,
Is blind to prejudice,
But has an innate drive that goes straight for wardrobe.
From the gowns of celebs,
To the color of Alex Trebek's tie.
A sartorist, that's what she is.
*I heard that.
And I am not.*
(contrary too)
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
I learned my ABC's
Before snakes and ladders
Only to find out the words ladders
Had less snakes, and what mattered
More than letters were numbers
Life's monopoly where's go
No get out of jail free card
And most of the X's and O's
Were in a game of tic tac toe
So life's complicated, unlike Atari
Where opponents, use fake words
When they ***** u like life was sorry
And like trouble, our plans fall over
Like a dominoe set
Money? Security? Like go fish
With a boss that's Alex trebek
Asks questions as you sweat
Constantly in jeopardy, an orphan
A game of hangman, and hang men
Who can't buy vowels, wit no fortune
so life's game is wheel of misfortune
Where there's no truth. Just dare
And the price is never right
I mean who doesnt wannabe a millionaire
But when your the weakest link
You're treated as a pawn for your labor
Left a contestant on survivor,
Not as smart as a fifth grader
That's why families feud
Until like scrabble words don't make
A sound, left with a frown to make
Everyone as crazy as eights
Left only to bluff like poker
Acting wild as a joker
With no bridge to bridge the hole
When ur the ******* going over
21, to bust like blackjack
Losing even in uno
Left only to play solitaire and lose
Like a skitzo beating himself in judo
Cause in the end, society reads the
Same code, as computers so Heros
Are those who don't quit the game of ******** When they aren't a 1 just zero
Cuz like binary code there's only 2 roads
1 or zero, and those that stuck through
And didn't forfeit their checkered chess match til the end, are those I look up to
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
Boom.
No corners, no spine.
Flat letters, soft edges.
The pineapple floats because it forgot how to sink.
Trebek nods—final answer.
Mother Teresa blinks twice and folds into the wallpaper.
Nothing left but a doggle.
Sans serif.
Sans meaning.
Sans everything except the blorp.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
drawing inspiration from across the street, nature's light is missing though it reflects
most gloom-full days, and i am my happiest
I miss friendship touching on my shoulder
tapping for my attention
Reminding me of my foolishness
We can't breathe the same air anymore without worry
Even though we use to share it
Strangers and what would be foes
a breath now drawn is a breath untold
I saw blood stain concrete today
On the day of the last Trebek
I was triggered and now i'm here
drunkenly writing this garbage
The capitol was stormed this week
By a hurricane of fools
Can we blame them?
Only a symptom
The disease is you
I miss my friends so much
mostly in my twenties
aimlessly waiting
walking
talking
and then laughing about it
what a time we had
now i'm bounded by four walls and a paycheck
lest not forget the rolling chair
I'm still young and dumb
just a different type of fool
Back to Trebek
Hey George - I'm sorry i didn't make it to your funeral
Your son tried to kiss me in my sleep and it broke our friendship
Thank you for the knowledge
I miss the days where i watched you smoke over that ledge
so carelessly and free
telling stories of what your life use to be
flipping your scratch off coin
Little did i know you were clawing for survival
hoping to win yourself a marvel
a surprise
everyday before seven pm
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 7:31 PM UTC