Poem -

Pitch

        The flakes blow fake

    upon thy nake

-ed chest

lain bare

to face

 the world, foresake

      -n whom none’ll take

                                    The sun does scorch

                                         the flakes get torch

                                                            -ed; they

                                                              aren't but

                                                            cotton:

                                        oh how they forge

                         cold-balm for scourg

       -ing heat that burns

 your heart and turns

sweetest,

sour Why

 will those

         favored by Sun

                  help you, and churn

                                 profits to loss

                                        for you so dross

                                                         just so

                                                         you live  

                                                   sans pain

                                  Respect thy boss

                              Even if toss

               -ed, forgotten

Who cares how rotten

    thy kismet be

                They run

                         business,

                                the world, cotton;

                                             they have gotten

                                                        right to displace

                                                               ye from the face

                                                                    of earth

                                                                 for great

                                                            -er good

                                          Mayst find solace

                               in such grand place:

                               this world, where

                               the weak are left

                               to fall, like the

                               naked flakes,

                               into dark

                              -ness

Like 1 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
adrija100

Thanks Lisa! Will surely return (it) ;)

Reply

Latest poems in Satirical

Poem -

five recent poems

five recent poems

Ever Since I met You

Ever since I met you
My life has been a thriller
Filled with...

Poem -

BUTTERFLIES

ARE BEAUYIFUL CREATIONS THEY DART BACK AND FORTH
BUTTERFLIES ARE VERY PRETTY THEIR WINGS SHINE...

Poem -

A Lazy Day

A young unending day
Is a treasure so refined
When the mourning doves sit quiet
And I...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com