Check Out

The cold tile floor
And loudly creaking door
Of the sterile institution
I wholeheartedly abhor

Reminds me of the year
I wrestled with the fear
Of facing retribution
When I’m discharged from here.

Licked

There once was a contrary mutt
Like an ovophobe hungry for quiche
Who had a most haphazard strut
An aggressive assault on the leash

He’d bite you in moments of play
And growl if you gave him a hug
He caused every blanket to fray
By chewing (while hoping you’d tug)

His tongue was incredibly large
And covered your face in one swipe
Then right through the kitchen he’d charge
As you sought a napkin to wipe

His fuzzy black fur was a mess
Denying the groomer’s best try
But thinking of him I confess
To releasing a love-laden sigh.

Concoction

They send you to classes to learn
How poison can help you return
To a living without any growth

When facing such options we tend
To hope and despair as we mend
For life is a mixture of both.

Out!

When the batter hits a foul
And all around you scatter
Start searching for a towel
As you learn why helmets matter.

Unacceptable

They’ll surely want to reeducate me
To beg for inclusivity
But I’m not one to forfeit my
Conclusions for a blatant lie

I simply wish to coexist
With everyone, but they insist
On telling me how I must live
Too bad I have no f***s to give.

Iffy

If death was creeping up your arm
Would you shake it off
Or let it do you harm?

If truth was selling at your door
Would you simply scoff
Or have it show you more?

If fear was breathing down your back
Would you cower (cough)
Or focus your attack?

If love is weaponized by those who fake
Will you say enough
Or give all they can take?

Service

If you need your phone
To tell you the day
You may be a network thrall
Now, you can groan
And brush it away
Or not – You make the call.