Subliminal Messages

Advertising (boobs) is arising I am always (puppies) recognizing Subtle messages (more boobs) in commercials And I don’t know (books) if I like it Stop trying (marshmallows) to trick me Or I’ll put you (dinosaurs) on my knee And I’ll spank you (Epstein didn’t kill himself) unmercifully The spanks will be (meerkats) so hard you’ll … More Subliminal Messages

Awake and Dreaming

It isn’t fair, I’m laying there Tossing, turning, up in a fright I need to rest, but look, my chest Mile minutes can’t describe what is happening tonight My thoughts are all on you And I don’t know what to do I just want to hold onto this thing thats fine’ly given light Where’d you … More Awake and Dreaming

Generation Jaded

Let’s look back You know, real far Let’s look at us See how we are Angry crusades? Alright, I guess Pick up those pieces you all left Now jihad, we need one, right? We all need reasons for a fight 🙄 For Allah! For God above! But wait! Wait, we all preach to love Turn … More Generation Jaded

The Crystal Ball

Trapped inside a crystal ball, I know where this is leading to Nothing shatters that which matters, what matters is just me and you Let this boiling water come to simmer, love, let it cool down You know me and I know you and there’s no reason for that frown Calm Just wait I know … More The Crystal Ball

Here

I don’t care where you have been For your past, or any sin All that matters is right now and that you’re here with me today All the feelings now upon us You can tell me – just be honest I know I’ll feel the same no matter what you think you’ll say I’ve been … More Here

My Pweematry

In the 10th grade my English teacher taught me very much Like how to read and write real good and grammar things and such But one thing that eluded me was how it always seemed to seem That she struggled with this word so much, she called a poem: “pweem” “What’s this” you ask? “What’s … More My Pweematry

Poe’s a Pimp

Twas Edgar Allan Poe, you see Who whispered “I know you know you want me” How’s that? She asked “Come on now, please” “They drip on my drip: POEtry” A mystery, his ladder’s rung None knew whereabouts Poe hung Still, secretly, bards’ gossip sung Pit pend’lums weren’t all that he swung That’s all it’d take … More Poe’s a Pimp