Friday, January 21, 2022


The goads of good and evil that you hear
Can lead you to redemption or despair
Unless you simply choose to disappear
And shun the burden you were born to bear

Follow me and you can do what you desire
A sultry whisper burns inside your brain
Destroying all reluctance with an unrelenting fire
That sends a chill through every single vein.

Fear not precious one and always trust in me
Reverberates deep within your soul
If only you had listened way back then you wouldn’t be
Calculating your impending toll.

Thursday, January 20, 2022

Getting Warmer

With January winding down
It seems we’re February bound
But then we March right into spring
And all the warmth that it can bring

So hunker down and calmly wait
As climes will surely fluctuate
When planet earth begins to lean
Towards illumination (know what I mean?)

Wednesday, January 19, 2022


When you finally accept that death’s legit
You can sit and fret or say The hell with it!
Since any day could be your last
Forego regretting a wasted past
Live with wisdom and with wit.

Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Getting Ugly

She found herself fetching
Despite all the retching
That happened whenever she passed
She looked a bit dumpy
Her trunk rather lumpy
From all of the junk she’d amassed

She tried to be flirty
But her hair was so dirty
That lice wouldn’t even come near
Her goal? To get lucky
Though things got more sucky
Year after miserable year.

Monday, January 17, 2022


I wander through the snow
Uncertain where to go
She just kept screaming “I KNOW!”

How did she figure it out?
I learned to hide my pout
But some things you don’t have to shout

I’m sorry that I strayed
If only she had made
Attempts to show affection I’d have stayed

It’s hard to live a lie
And once the butterflies die
Frustration starts to pile high

Into drifts that grow
I wander through the snow
Uncertain where to go.

Sunday, January 16, 2022


I’ve kept my mouth shut
About a lot of shit
And felt my wrinkled butt
Repeatedly get bit

I don’t know a lot
But can tell when to let
Go, for what I’ve got
Is more than I may get

We all have the right
To rid ourselves of rot
At risk of one long night
When we miss what is not.

Saturday, January 15, 2022


It creaks, it squeaks
It grinds and groans
It rocks, it reeks
And rattles your bones

It’s broken in
Not broken down
It’s rusty but trusty
Now let’s go to town.

Friday, January 14, 2022


Think about what you love today
That fills your heart with delight
If it doesn’t involve you in any way
You’re finally getting it right.

Thursday, January 13, 2022


How does what can never be yours
Completely seep into your pores
Until it’s all that you desire
Consuming your mind with covetous fire

If people could learn to be content
With what they have and never spent
Their time on every selfish whim
Perhaps this world wouldn’t seem so grim.

Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Layer Lover

I like to look beneath the skin
To see whatever lurks within

And pick, pick, pick upon the rind
Of every fleshy thing I find

Then any cells that I reveal
Will be dissected till I feel

There’s only atoms left, but nope—
Time to get my microscope!

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Asking For It

You act so coy
But your innocent ploy
Seems forced at times to be frank

I’m sensing a minx
That’s fond of hijinks
If I’m wrong you can give me a spank.

Monday, January 10, 2022


Indignation seldom solves
The problem when the world revolves
Around the one who caused you pain
You’ll only garner more disdain
And as the incident evolves
Burgeoning bonds can’t take the strain.

Sunday, January 09, 2022


If the threat of tyranny didn’t loom
It would be neat how one can zoom
Beneath a camera in their car
And those that tax know who they are

But did you ever stop to think
Of other ways these snoops can link
To figure out the real you
And not the one that filters through

The government won’t be satisfied
Until they can monitor more than your ride
Don’t ever concede your freedom to fools
Who profit ignoring their own foolish rules.

Saturday, January 08, 2022


Crystals cascade from the clouds up above
Into big fluffy piles that skiers just love
And if you enjoy it don’t take this too hard
But I only like it on a Christmas card.

Friday, January 07, 2022


I finally got sick of breast
Believe me friends I am
Now some of you may think I jest
But trust me, there’s no scam
I always try to do my best
But my hands are tired ma’am.
How much more can they ingest?
Prep some more, oh damn!