Revisited

Inundated
Frustrated
Just about
Exasperated
You should have been
More motivated
But as usual
You waited.

Completely irked
The universe smirked
Every nerve
Is overworked
Momentum stilled
When rudely jerked
By woes you never
Should have shirked.

Clip

How do you make vermin behave?
Put a camera across from their cage
So you can download and save
Proof of the war that THEY wage
And serpents that bribe them for votes
Can swallow the shit in their throats.

Violated

Innocence,
idyllically pristine
till ravaged by
the merciless machine
that forces itself
into every single pore
sadistically whispering
You know you want more.
Can no one help
this wide-eyed waif
to once again
be safe?

Invalidating

To reach your full potential
You must be deferential
Then they will allow you
To think that you’re essential

Once you prove you're pliable
They roll out the reliable
Restrictions so the rights you knew
Are no longer viable.

Please Call Me Baby

I love when you whisper my name
But it just isn’t the same
As when you call me Baby and I melt
From all the extra lovin’ that I felt

Please call me baby
Oh won’t you please
I'd settle for a maybe
To make me weak in the knees
Please call me baby
Oh won’t you please
Please call me baby
When you’re givin’ me a little squeeze

Oh won’t you pick up the phone
I am sitting here all alone
We should be having a fling
I’m waiting for you to make my bell ring

Rapacious

Whatever they give you for free
Is sure to cost something, you see
Governmental gluttony guaranteed
To be subject to the governors’ greed.

Seasonality

Petunia looks pallid this cool summer morn
Morose, for the specter of frost
Has scared off the temperance this season had borne
And now she laments what was lost

The sumac are sullen and robin treads eggs
No feathers will be ruffled here
A stiffness has taken control of my legs
It’s obvious winter is near.

DEFCON 1

When I blow
Everyone will know
The mushroom cloud
Will form a shroud
That blots the sun
You better run!

Catty

Very few do their own thing
The one takeaway I bring
They claim they’re unique
But follow the meek
Like a kitten that clings to a string

I'm not that kind of a guy
Obsessed with the concept of Why?
Though feel I must say
The independent way
Can be a lonely living to ply.

Hiatus

My aim to not complain
Seems to be in vain
For all I want to do is screeeam like I’m insane

I know that life’s not fair
But as of late despair
Is hell bent on giving me more than my fair share

Though quitting's not my style
And I’m not finished by a mile
It’s safe to say— I've had enough for a while.

Butt Heads

Every drag destroys
More flesh and future joys
Considering the price folks pay
You'd think they’d give them away.

Watchers

We observe this fledgling race
And all their quaint attempts at grace
From high above their mortal sphere
Forbidden to ever interfere

Our job is simply to record
The follies of this hapless horde
Along with any that disperse
Across the endless universe

So many cultures come and go
An epoch ends before you know
For history is never still
We’ve always been and always will.

TV Land

Looking less human than ever
These creatures that think they’re so clever
Confound those unable to see
That nothing’s what it seems to be.

Deluded

When taught what is true
We learn to be strong
For all that lies do
Is bolster the throng
An outcome the few
Have sought all along.

What a Looker

I need a subject
For a night of bliss
That doesn’t suspect
Anything's amiss

With gorgeous eyes
So life’s less a bore
To read me lines
I can’t see anymore.

Participation

One voice can be silenced
Two or three ignored
But if we all get strident
They'll change or leave the board.

Spurts

You pour stuff in
It squirts right out
You spring a leak
It’s bound to spout
You patch it up
A dryer bout
You push too hard
It squirts right out.

Electivity

I remember years ago
You couldn’t reach the hoop
And I sat helpless as you cried
Now I marvel as you grow
And excel among your group
All because one thing – you still tried!


Just heard this morning that Westin was elected president of his freshman class, congratulations!!!

Runners

Eggs are done
Mac's begun
So much fun
Run, run, run

Everyone
Beneath the sun
Whose wheels have spun
Run, run, run.

Armageddon Game

The night took the rooks
The bishops held mass
They read from good books
When so many souls pass

The pawns did their part
And begged to be led
Machinations are art
To the king of the dead.

Who Shot Liberty's Balance?

Lady Liberty struggles, bound and gagged
By the specter of deceased fundamentals—
Into the abyss maliciously dragged,
Powerless against the temperamental.

Tarnished balance no longer weighing true
Proudly displayed like a trophy of war
Signifies the days of equal justice are through,
Autonomy has become the bureaucrats’ whore.

Gradually disarmed and demoralized
This valiant heroine resists in vain—
Freedom has been carefully sanitized,
Self-expression and truth viciously slain.

Assuredly

At times it brims
At times a drop
Sometimes it skims
Right over top
And all my whims
Completely flop

It takes some skill
To make it brew
One word can kill
The bit you knew
Believe and you will
Have some too.

So You Say

A realm of contradictions
Is the world we all must share
So spare me your Convictions
When you don’t even care!

Humane

You’re allowed to remain
Until you test the chain
Then they let you know
Once more and you will go
But you won’t feel any pain
Put to sleep nice and slow.

Nauseating

Would you eat a tumor
If I served it extra crispy?
You just may if you humor
One whose hair is red and wispy

There’s nothing more unhealthy
Than a clown that tries to make
Itself insanely wealthy
By serving food that’s fake

Next Gen

They relieved the old guard
With a riveting review
For soldiering is hard
And duty takes its due—
The young are used while they are spry
The aged? Sent home to rot and die
And Venus, bathed in starlight still
Inspires them to charge that hill.


***I will post a picture of the new behemoths as soon as I get a good one 👍 😉 ***

Reiteration

Does it take more courage to be
Involved, or to flee?
Guess we’ll see.

Will it all come down to: She
Must change, or maybe he?
Look above, line three.

Umbrous

With her he was
So doggedly true
Wither he was
No sun getting through

With her he will
Never quite bloom
Wither he will
An unforeseen doom.

Puzzled

I'm starting to sweat
From this darn word game
And the one I didn’t get
Makes me hang my head in shame

It starts with a P, ends with T
And it’s something I have been
I don’t know if it’s just irony
Or time to hang up the pen.

Take Note

Yes, music is something you hear
But it’s also a force you can feel
If you only rely on your ear
You miss a big part of the deal.