after taking classes
to make pancakes with molasses
we must move our asses
(while making advances)
(we were all aghast)
(were burned to ashes)
(against head bashes)
(have been on branches)
(cooked in clay by Cassius)
(we made mad dashes)
(elegant and enhances)
(eaten by Erasmus)
(received from a Fascist)
(found by Pope Francis)
(get to see the gashes)
(stuck with long lances)
(on them all passes)
(head against smashes)
(seen flying through sashes)
(they left you in long trances)
(found in famous people's trashes)
(when talking trashes)
(terrible thrown in trashes)
A slack jawed drunk
thugs his way toward
a down-town bar and grill.
Red lights over sizzling steaks
add flames to his eyes.
Cincinnati on a Sunday morning
trashes its streets
cold winds scatter empty plastic cups,
cigarette butts, sick spills
and the ash of incinerated dinoursours.
Once there were rattle snakes,
now high-rise
mark their once tunneled territory.
The drunk can't find the door
to the bar
he pisses himself
grins through a window
at the beer guzzling diners.
Happy hour
drags itself
through the night,
the Sabbath has to be swept up
made to walk sober,
resurrected.
Then he was born
To the poorest of the world
Alone in a ragged torn
All as the summer's cold
He grew up
With the down dawn in down
His hand was crazed broken sup
In the little corner of town
Schools were free of him
Churches were free of him
His life, the light was dim
And trashes where he dip
In his front, a park was laid
Loving birds were there, and then
Though he tried all left vain
He was there, longing pain
Pain of hunger, he was aged
Life in thunder, a bird who caged
Searched for a ditch, hoping bread
Then was bewitched, where he dead.
Trump Trashes and In Cashes
There are many people that Trump trashes,
In on all the deals, he cashes and cashes;
Stocks withdraw,
With each claw;
In golden shower splashes and splashes.
Jim Horn
Falling leaves dry fast,
Amidst the fortunes and fumes of life.
Cascading splash runs aghast,
Before the trashes in strife.
Dirty Ps seem to multiply.
In P D, they hide and fly
Unmindful of the story they make,
Even if it means the other's wake.
Some leaves fought to stay on twigs
Believing that D Ps wouldn't dig digs.
But their hopes fell to no avail
For the D Ps' avarice is the loudest wail.
Yet, still the Sentinels' Silhlouette stay
Keeping an eye for every trail of dismay.
Aborning are the dancing buds of may.
Greening growing to the tunes of sun's ray.
Trump Cashes In Again
Trump cashes in again on backlashes,
While many people he always trashes,
Since a tyke,
No one did like;
Orange shower is color of eye lashes.
Jim Horn
a strong and adverse reaction by a large number of people,
especially to a social or political development.
She looks at him like he lights up her world
But he just thinks she is only pretty
He rejects the worlds she uses to swirl
He trashes her heart and paints graffiti
She could not turn him into poetry
And she could not make him simply love her
Her love was grand like a sequoia tree
But his love was barely a small whisper
Gave up her life to things that made her cry
A small bottle of wine and medicine
Made her blood and stomach acidify
And all that was left was a skeleton
To think of all the sad streets he passed by
And so not for a moment did he cry.
Handle the love with care,
So that it may endure;
It would last a lifetime,
If it would stay so pure.
Handle the love with care,
So it would never leave you;
If you would hate the love,
Then your heart would be blue.
The heart seems so fragile,
For it's so easily broken;
Very delicate to be wounded,
If it becomes not open.
Don't break the vow of love,
For it's made in solemn promise;
Sworn to remain forever
Despite the muss and mess.
Clean-up all the trashes
Of life between each other;
Be aware of one's emotion,
Handle the love with care.
These words;
Scribbles of an untrained hand;
Thoughts of an unlit mind;
Transposed unrefined to these pages.
Certainly these scribbles;
Shall of the literate stomachs, turn.
Capabilities; of a *****habilis and a homo
sapien
Who compares?
These scribbles
Like the stars at night
When the sun goes into hiding
Lights up an already dark sky
If ever of these trashes men behold;
Against the scribbler; of no grudge hold
B-ehold the sky above
E-very fourth day October;
N-ew light you shall see,
J-ust pleasant to the viewer.
E-yes of you stay focused,
L-etting both be aware;
Y-ou don't have to turn blind,
N-either rogue nor sinner.
C-lean-up the mess around,
A-ll the trashes in sight;
C-hoose between white and black,
H-ave your eyes
O-n light.
Down on one's luck
Down to my last food stamp
The luck of the draw,
As luck would have it - I have no luck at all!
Don't draw lines in the sand
Draw funny looking mustaches
On the photos of your enemies!
Comb through any and all public trashes
For better chances at finding rarer photographs
To draw even funnier looking mustaches...
...You'd be surprised to find
How quickly the time passes by...
...Protest endlessly
In the unending rain
Bundle up
- Or catch your death, again!
Cheat the odds - One more time!
Share the last laugh
With everyone else, so long as you possibly can!
Radicalize the neighborhood children,
Socialize the neighborhood wildlife
- Split with the Neighborhood Watch
Over irreconcilable differences
- Concerning children and wildlife...
...Don't throw so many stones
At all of those glass police officers
- Instead of being so violently useless:
Use those stones to build glassless homes...
...Or I doubt any of us
Will be living long enough
To see the days of a classless world!
Don't block the driveway,
Keep it always wide open;
Let the cars pass through,
Reaching the road again.
Driving home from far away,
To be with the loving wife;
Completely clear the path
From all the trashes of life.
On leading the household
Toward the one blissful abode;
Take away dirt and grime,
As well as unnecessary load.
Any obstruction in front
Does make it impassable;
Sinful pleasures make entry
To heaven's gate undoable.
Travel the world with wit,
Errors make you go astray;
Never let mistakes stand,
Don't block the driveway.
Oh my lovely Jacqueline
A heart so clean
Unto you I cling
Forever you're my cream
Our love will flourish
Your heart I'll polish
Our kids I'll cherish
A love never to perish
You give me hope
In hardships to cope
Trashes to mop
And always be at the top
I love you princes
Even in my moments of distress
You remain to be my empress
To my love Jacky
Pain mask
Covering your face so cloudy
I saw the rise of ashes
Flowers red and gaudy
Loss with each day that passes.
Your life one long task
Of love and play so rowdy
Passions and lust clashes
Friends ne’er a howdy
Loss with each day that passes.
Daily nursing your flask
Untimely illness not ready
All clothes burnt up in trashes
Your life’s work so steady
Loss with each day that passes.
Seeing your grimace last
A face and one so hardy
Now covered in crimson lashes
Washed on beaches so sandy
Loss with each day that passes.
See myself now in a crowd of darkness,
People are dancing this insolent nonsense.
Sweats are running all around.
Crazy lights are making loud sounds.
Stolen kisses are anywhere…
Obscenity is like everywhere.
Feels like I want to go out of this cage,
I don’t want to live in lights of wrong age.
Screaming out loud but no one hears me,
Lights are rolling but I can’t even see.
Chug this drink till I lose my mind.
Lost my entity and I’m trying it to find.
Wake up alone with all trashes on the floor,
Trying to recall while walking through the door.
I guess this is the end of a one short display
Disco lights is unbelievably sick, I must say
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