"trix" poems
I am a cereal killer
Devouring Life is a thriller
Snap, crackle, and pop
I make the flakes drop
Stalking salubrious crunch
Murdered for breakfast and lunch
My appetite for Trix is voracious
For my Lucky Charms, I am gracious
Mud & Bugs haunt my soul
Desecrating Grape-Nuts whole
Yea, I'm Nut n' Honey and Cocoa Hoots
Krispy Kritter Krave Fruit Loops
I'm a cereal killer
Yet a community pillar
Can't comprehend why it's a crime
Unrepentant, I'll massacre cereal every time
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
DEFINITION OF *****
I question your gimmick
Lame limericks
Their cryptic
More mystic
Unrealistic
Ya ****** it
On chronic
Contagious like the bubonic
Hooked hydroponics
Pathetically neurotic
So drop it
your **** ain't ****
Just tragically prosthetic
Prophetical ********
You think that u know ****
You blow it
Thats classic.
CUZ YOUR THE DEFINITION OF *****
YOU'VE LOST ONE TOO MANY A STITCH
ITS WHY ALL YOU SPEW IS SOME ****
MAY AS WELL BE A SNITCH
YOU SO REFINED AS A *****
Its 101 basic
I didn't quit this
You lost it
Worth only Drunken kisses
I'm pretty when you chase it
Your too shallow to accept it
Together we're right
But my body ain't tight
To ur likes
its your ****
That's a *****
Only looks for them tricks
Your dellusionally idiotic
To think that ya got it
When trix are for kids
Your games hit and miss
Happily ever afters not bliss
First loves kiss is just a playlist
CUZ YOUR THE DEFINITION OF *****
YOU'VE LOST ONE TOO MANY A STITCH
ITS WHY ALL YOU SPEW IS SOME ****
MAY AS WELL BE A SNITCH
YOU SO REFINED AS A *****
You Can't find love in this mess
Be a girl wear a dress
Listen more talk less
Don't change who you are
Just your flesh
Tell the truth is said to me
Love was free for the taking
Or so I believed
Your lies used as feed
But your pet I am not
Yeah I guess you forgot
What yo ma shoulda taught
That one shots all life's got
CUZ YOUR THE DEFINITION OF *****
YOU'VE LOST ONE TOO MANY A STITCH
ITS WHY ALL YOU SPEW IS SOME ****
MAY AS WELL BE A SNITCH
YOU SO REFINED AS A *****
The good bits stole away
By this crap game you play
All day, you just sway
On your way
Thinking your owed
By some ****** up code
But your method or mode
Is about to explode
Like mace
In your face
With no trace
Your erased
You ain't even today
Your the past, Yesterday
Can't change that
My ma used to say
Just look for tomorrow
in your ARKs of today
CUZ YOUR THE DEFINITION OF *****
YOU'VE LOST ONE TOO MANY A STITCH
ITS WHY ALL YOU SPEW IS SOME
****
YOU MAY AS WELL BE A SNITCH
THATS WHY YOU'LL ALWAYS BE *****
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
Dracula - "Blood is thicker than water". Plus, it already has all the good stuff a vampire needs.
I know that only my brain can send the signal to my cells that make me sick, and make me well. Good morning, and goodnight!!
Count Chocula - Chocolate milk is thicker than regular milk, plus it's chocolate! Good morning!
Rabbit - Trix are for kids!
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 10:28 AM UTC
She ain't nothing but a cereal killer
She's ****** with a gallon of milk
If you need convincing, Cap'n Crunch is still missing
And that Chocula guy is down for the Count
She ain't nothing but a cereal killer
Gets her Kix pulling off her Trix
As she bids them Cheerio being more in the know
Than a bowl of FrankenBerry buried below Honey Oh's
She ain't nothing but a cereal killer
Winning them over with her Lucky Charms
No way to deny she eats them alive
As she Frosts Tony the Tiger like Corn
She ain't nothing but a cereal killer
Finds pleasure in the Shredding of Wheat
Using Fruity Pebbles to go along with her evil
As she spoons out her ***** deeds
She ain't nothing but a cereal killer
Easily making history out of Rice Krispy treats
What ever you do keep an eye on her Fruit Loops
That kind of crazy nobody needs
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
I want to make people laugh
And as their eyes dance
I sing inbetween the rhythm
Of a half naked clown
Another poetry lit
As you may presume
I have a knack for the gloom
But uh uh my wicked bunny
Trix are for rabbits and
Laughter for the kids
So eat your heart out
Pull out your tounge
Make your soul bliss
As laughter hangs from above
And kiss the stars again
As the night returns its moon
To the window in time
Whom we'd all like to meet
Again soon
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
A plate of french fries so greasy they were soggy
(ew, ew, ew)
Three half green oranges
A bowl of trix cereal half the size of my head
Most
(but not all)
Of a Mayfield toffee bar
The definition of eating on a whim
Those starving kids i keep hearing about
probably would've eaten the toffee bar right down tothe stick
(maybe the stick too)
and perhaps even the orange peels
then licked my the plate clean
when I
left
peels
ice cream
some ketchup on my plate
milk in my bowl
and complained
in my mind
the whole while
about how the fries weren't crispy
the toffee bar was cold and hurt my teeth
the oranges got their sticky juice on my hands
the trix milk at the bottom had too much of the cereal left in it so the texture was just a tad off
I eat on a whim
they can't even eat enough to avoid being emaciated
There's some thinking to do. . . i think
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC
"Silly rabbit, trix are for kids!"
Well dang, who's to say he doesn't want any trix?
Isn't he the one on the front of the box?
He represents something that he can't have.
That's ****** up.
Maybe, just maybe
he wants to eat
You ****** little kids keeping it form him
like, he just wants some cereal
Have you put into consideration of his feelings?
I hate the trix commercial, its so dumb
like, rejecting someone's cereal from them!
I would get mad if I were the "silly rabbit"
Well dang
Now i want some cereal....
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
How the hell can you go to rehab and leave there with a habit. You must have ate a bowl of trix because your one silly *** rabbit. You been in rehab for almost a year and you still gettin' high? You need to just go to the cemetery and lay your *** down and die. Just save your family and friends from anymore of your hurt. Go jump your *** into a grave. Someone else will throw on the dirt. We all know addiction can really be tough as hell. But you have only yourself to blame because only you can make you well. You are constantly playing with your life time and time again. And the one thing we all know about life. It does come to an end. The crazy thing about addiction is that other addicts know when your high. Because the one thing we all know about drugs. The effects do not lie. Stop letting the devil make you feel like you no longer have any worth. Don't give him the pleasure of being the one who helps you leave this earth. Whether or not you believe it. You are a child of God. And God gave us special powers. So we should make the devil's work hard. Your life is worth a whole lot more than any amount of gold. So give your family and friends the pleasure of watching you grow old. You can take the devil out of your life. You can make the devil leave. Just tell God you use to lack faith in him but that now you do believe. R. Mendoza
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
These days, the unattended icebox
of Gaia’s daughter, Sky, flickers
on—
(a layer of cold crystals decorate the grass)
after her nightly
shade-shows:
turqouise to that cherry cotton-candy hue
to the mixed lavender & orange
like the Trix yogurt you used to eat at lunch.
When the color show is over
and the light returns,
Sky sighs—
Blonde powder does the flying tango.
It swims from the Ragweeds, small yellow
Tornados swarm the fields,
Dance above the rivers,
Among the highways.
Up the nostrils
of the rows and rows of people,
always moving on the earth.
They
begin to sneeze. Gasp.
Pinch their foreheads in disgust.
Curse at the Ragweeds they were given
and destroy.
We have to relate to everything and
We bond in our destruction.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
Trix sat in his comfy seat, his friends
All waiting for his words of as the race was
Set in the dust nebula Atria
Its dark in space only stars glitter.
But in the dust cloud it was like rainbows blossomed
A light show of the universal beauty.
Right my fluffiest friends its time to launch.
3
2
1
Rockets ignited and away they went,
Captain Trix was nibbling on a cucumber stick.
Then from no where the naughty Cat Captain Frost
Bashed and knocked at their ship, and off the
Race course they fell. They tumbled into a pocket of
Darkest space. Captain its dark in here, the lights
Faded and all was dark. Trix could hear teeth chattering.
Be calm my friends, there is nothing scary in the shadows.
Take out your carrot coins, and nibble, chew,
And with that, once finger licked and all was chomped
All that was heard was trix voice, right can we all
See? yes captain carrot vison is a go.
They set a course out of this darkest place and
Out they popped into normal space, colours gleamed
As they saw they were in last place.
Rockets burst into action and they flew in
And out, weaving through the clouds
One pasted, two pasted, three pasted
Now they were in second place.
Who should be in first place naughty Captain Frost
He had a coat as white as snow. but that was
As far as his niceness did go. He was a naughty
Kitty and everyone did know.
Sir he is blocking our path, we cant get through
Ok secret decoy time fluffy friends.
3
2
1
Cats attention set adrift sir, and into space it wondered,
In sight of Captain Frosts view. Out came the holding
Claws, and the space wool did bobble and excitement
Was the pleasure of kitties day. While they entertained
Themselves, Captain Trix did glide on past.
Full speed ahead as they race past the finish line.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
I'll write. All the time.
In notebooks.
Remember those?
But POETRY is tough.
Guess I prefer prose.
And yet, here I am,
waiting to be hosed.
Just like that bunny, I followed my nose.
AND HE RACED AND HE TRIED
AND HE WON BY GOD!!!
But the cereal market aint so easily awed.
The big wigs decided that
"Trix are for kids"
And relinquished the trophy from the bunny rabbit.
A child I was, it was so long ago.
BUT EVEN THEN I HAD THE SENSE TO KNOW
that the person (or rabbit) who had worked through and through was
entitled the prize, a world anew...
entitled the prize, just as foretold...
But ********* Trix Rabbit,
YOU DESERVED THE GOLD.
You worked, you trained, you made yourself speedy!
You were poor, You were needy.
ONE DAY it will pass to a daughter so strong
while the brook runs deep and the dark vines wind long.
Another chance! It's what is deserved!
The players were cheaters, the judges absurd.
Injustice for all,
absorbed into my tiny child's brain
when the rabbit lost the race
and I felt his pain.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
Enormous
fake *****
she thinks
she walks
on water,
no wait
it is wine
cheap at
that.
I see
her buy
it sometimes
at 6 in the
morning
at the
local
supermarket,
when
she thinks
no one
else can
see.
and she
always
pulls me
aside gives
me a sloppy
kiss on
my cheek.
and then
proceeds
to tell me
her latest
personal
fiasco.
or about
this current
lover or
that and
how he isn't
quite
right. and
he never
calls her back,
or that
he is
so inadequate
in bed.
it almost
puts her to
sleep.
She is
a woman
running on
empty.
Today I
woke
up it was
5:45 a.m.
and I didn't
want to
stir from
bed.
didn't need
my trix
cereal fix
that bad.
I said
to myself.
didn't want
to go
to the
supermarket
just to
see if
she was
dead.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
La-La-La-La-
choices, choices,
these flowers are hurting,
from the petals I am taking.
This back and forth,
making want to go North?
No, I'll stay, soak,
maybe smoke some some some dope.
Nope!
I want to make the change,
but I seem to be chained.
No ones help, No thanks,
I got this on my own,
I'm strong enough thank you.
This "I'm waiting" ring,
is making me tighter and tighter,
and he certainly is a fighter.
Call me Paul Bun-yun
I do what I want, young-
certainly until I'm dead.
**** you stop messing with my head.
No easy fix,
this is going to take,
more than a couple cool trix.
I, like fingers in my mouth,
feeling **** salty, and sweet.
***** stay back if you don't want me;
(Opps,) on you.
Dancing away the mess,
in my now torn dress.
Stay back, I'm here-
To shake the world-
Gently,
is the last thing,
on my mind,
in my mouth,
of my few words.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
Long trips totally call for trail mix
But I'll take those tater tots and trix
Too bad the TV is back in Amcher town
Bagged burritos aren't my thing
But those brownies bring a zing
Chocolate covered Double dipped deep fried sugar glazed gooey ooey cheesy crust cut off with chips on the side and an extra large party family size bucket of bubble packed extra half and half double shot caramel frappucola
And then the main course
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
You’re my moon, a pleasant light
highlights your features.
Hey moon, got a light?
Would love to stare, sit here, smoke a j to this.
We could make our problems go Up In Smoke and have Nice Dreams with more blue dream.
If only i could kiss you.
Want to, but my lips are tighter than the ****** mary.
**** with your boy like a priest, but not that predatory.
I’m in no rush to get in your caddy shack like bill murray.
Why hurry?
We can admire the night sky as we lay in the grass.
Maybe this can be enhanced now that my eyes are blacker than Coraline’s?
Let’s not mess this up by being childish like we just ate Trix.
We aren’t kids anymore, don’t do this.
I may use the lord’s name in vain a lot but, jesus christ, it’s the only ********* thing he’s good for.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
A snakepit, a lion’s den,
a second-hand shark cage.
The Big Apple, the Little Rascals,
everything after the Victorian Age.
These things scare me on sight,
but not as much as
Veronica Cartwright.
The Trix Rabbit with a gun,
The Dodgers winning a World Series.
Parallel parking with Mark Hamill,
Sesame Street conspiracy theories.
These things make me shake at night,
but not as much as
Veronica Cartwright.
The White Album, the Black Plague,
toenail clippers, salad bars and Disneyland.
The Richter scale, the Mendoza line,
Any and every last teenage boy band.
These things give me such a fright,
but not as much as
Veronica Cartwright.
Television reruns of H.R. Pufnstuf,
An opened jar of Miracle Whip.
The names of Frank Zappa’s kids,
vacationing on a Carnival cruise ship.
These things horrify me alright,
but still not as much as
Veronica Cartwright.
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
When the angels fell, all hell broke loose
I was doing bad from the drug abuse
You could see it in my face, that I was loaded
Nodding out on some dope, but still was holding That 1911 long one hand gun
That's ah Remington model, step up you done
I said you done, *** the angels have fallen
Ese everyone burn and become the departed
C Rock, this are biblical times
That's what my mother say so it's word to the wise The *** accumulating, so keep it in mind
False prophets all around and they feindind for mine I pull up all my roots, my Aztec pride
They threw our knowledge in the fire and we'll think we died All lost, *** some of us survive We accepted their religion then we multiplied Got my life, is to live by the knife
Your kids don't listen got ah *** for ah wife
Last night, I heard some shots outside
And go inside with the news where the crew just died Is it the work of the Devil, Lucifer
Is he behind it all, is he the saver tour
Masseur, Co O Ene Ese look up at the sky, something's falling from heaven
When the angels fell, all hell broke loose
I was doing bad from the drug abuse
You could see it in my face, that I was loaded
Nodding out on some dope, but still was holding That 1911 long one hand gun
That's ah Remington model, step up you done
I said you done, *** the angels have fallen
Ese everyone burn and become the departed
Ese caught up in the violence that we go through daily He might be ah rival or someone don't pay me It's crazy, that it got me blazing Weak coco puff's and the sh*t don't fade me Try to cage me, like ah animal
*** I eat muthf**kas like ah cannibal
Highly flammable, unexplosive mix
Let me hit up on this wall, Conejo Trix
Ese ghost satellites light up the night
And information travel with the speed of light
I'ma win, of all this things And all the devastation that the others could bring The street could buy ah logic Co. and chemical weapons It's all going down, in just ah few seconds Stay with me, till the very end
Homie something bout to happen sky falling again
When the angels fell, all hell broke loose
I was doing bad from the drug abuse
You could see it in my face, that I was loaded
Nodding out on some dope, but still was holding That 1911 long one hand gun
That's ah Remington model, step up you done
I said you done, *** the angels have fallen
Ese everyone burn and become the departed
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
All the signals you're giving are mixed.
I'm so confused, so happy, but so ******
The words you speak are all conjoined in a blender like trix.
AND THIS POEM KINDA MAKES ME SOUND LIKE A *****
BUT I WANNA LOVE YOU AND **** YOU BUT ALSO PUSH YOU IN A DITCH
oh how lovely it'd be if these signals weren't mixed
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
(a lighter piece sup *** wit tree)
'm, oh yes mud hum,
who hoop fully iz zaftig
and/or mister
Jack Rabbit, whoever wig
gulls or crinkles their nose
creating a lil whirligig
at this bit of flummery unrig
yule lated impossible
to make cogent
and/or tangential with trig
perhaps best red
after taking a swig
of vintage carrot juice with a sprig
of favorite herb, more'n enough
to slake thirsting herd
at the yearly
Peter Rabbit shindig,
which senseless literary rig
ma roll even Bugs Bunny
trump petting donned Taj Mahal
swiftly tailored hare
reed styled periwig,
(would turnip his nose),
button size or overbig,
yet all Joe King aside,
and please do not think me a ****
excepting (Trix are for kids, eh...?)
this intentional faux paw, an
distress signal tis ideally geared
for a Unitarian
herbalist hook can
transform this pro
fessed human imposter,
(who in truth got cursed
as a **** sapien
by Bunny Foo Foo with elan)
particularly in the guise of Han
nub bull the cannibal,
(whose unisexual name Jan)
also doubles up
as my birth month
dwells in Lan
zing, Michigan, and earns
keeps employed as a nan
knee, yet experiences inner pan
dumb moan he yum,
(seized with grippe to dig
in Farmer Brown's garden), and ran
like the dickens
all the way to Tran
sill vane ya leaping
across Atlantic Ocean forced
to adopt the lifestyle of a Van
dull with razor sharp buck teeth.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
My thoughts will maim you like Kano
Thinking of the pain-o makes you start drinking the draino
Count your days bro
Time for a puzzle for your brain-o
What likes kit and kaboodle but not the rain-o
I’d tell you but you wouldn’t get it
Like tots listening to Coltrane-o or Jimmy Hendrix
I’ve gots one more question, use your noodle
Pay attention! Better stop picking at your cuticles
Some kids only get to draw yankee doodles
They tag along at home while they eating ramen noodles
Other kids go to games with the family poodle
In the booth they get to sing a song, the Yankee Doodle
How much wealth do you think is in the bottom half?
Only 1 percent belongs to most, the riff raff
Inscribe that graph on my epitaph
On my deathbed, I just want to hear my children laugh
Many fellas feign money through poverty
The reality of my situation doesn’t really bother me
I’m full of funny sayings like Plato and Socrates
Such catchphrases as hey baby **** on these!
I’m just kidding I would never-ever do that
I have a reputation as a forever-ever cool cat
Whose that? Is he a juul rat? How many tats?
Henry, no, and none. Now say where’s your daughter at?
The poor burn wealth about as much as anyone
Though some can’t easily earn health for they many sons
She turn tricks for her son’s Trix and lego bricks
But in the end we all churn the same River Styx
How much wealth do you think is in the bottom half?
Only 1 percent belongs to most, the riff raff
Inscribe that graph on my epitaph
On my deathbed, I just want to hear my children laugh
Rich and poor both drinking coca-cola
Stress and storm both scary like paranoia
I’m thinking there’s a little societal unrest
The greatest generation watched King Kong beat on his chest
I want to scream just like Ann Darrow
Yelp for help but the people’s views too narrow
The news only shows what the shiny shoes say to
Not much we can do, so we wait till they get their due
Nothings gonna happen if we don’t make it
So write in, call in, tweet in and even pray it
They won’t admit it if we can’t force them to say it
Our last hope’s revolution, they’re not outdated
How much wealth do you think is in the bottom half?
Only 1 percent belongs to most, the riff raff
Inscribe that graph on my epitaph
On my deathbed, I just want to hear my children laugh
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 2:40 AM UTC