Satirical

Poem -

Flummoxed

Flummoxed

Vexing, this.

Hands tied

Ball gagged

Eyes down

So as to not see your sick...

Poem -

A special kind of brokenness

A special kind of brokenness,

Afflicts the Homo sapiens race.

Although our name does “wise...

Poem -

Heat and Stuff

When you’re walking on the turf,

Despite the blazing sun,

You skip along in barefoot mirth...

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Poem -

Truth/Untruth

/Too large eyes set too far apart,

Prominent gums shielding sharp tongue,

Barbed words...

Poem -

Perspective

Perspective

​​Angers for those who

still harbour hope.

Pain paves the way

to get hooked on dope...

Poem -

RED PILL ...

RED PILL                                   BLUE PILL

Do I wake or do I dream...

Sheer blue skies and skills at ease...

Did I follow Jefferson's...

Poem -

A loan

A loan

Shrouded

From humanity -

Jaded

An empty shell -

Feeding from a desert waste...

Poem -

A(parent)

A(parent)

Despised, you fool,

despised!

Wretched, pregnant lies.

Hatred now deflated,...

Poem -

Picnic

Picnic

Pull me apart

Piece by piece

Section me right out

Divide me into equal parts...

Poem -

Who am i

we hold these weights over our heads,

anointing ourselves with stress and pride,

with a...

Poem -

Living within the means

Living within the means

Butterflies just fancy moths

Birds sing of death

Barking dogs begun to bite

Cats...

Poem -

Approximately equal to

Approximately equal to

Nothing is nothing -

And nothing is naught.

While everything sold -

Is everything...

Poem -

Personal pandemic

Personal pandemic

I don't have much, these limited means.

I'm only intermittent​Iy exploitable.

My friends...

Poem -

Miss Ann Thrope

Miss Ann Thrope

I'm contemplating inconsistent convalescence -

Intermittent atrophy -

A visage of duality...

Poem -

Touch of touche'

Touch of touche'

Just 'cause I'm lit -

Doesn't make me the bomb.

Blowing up shit -

Suggests I was...

Poem -

To Whom'

To Whom'

Funny how the wind blows,
Shapes Natures features,
Be it tree or mountain,
Or even...

Poem -

Space to the ground

Space to the ground

I'm not the stampede that follows aplomb, rather, the shotgun blast that started it all.

I'm not...