You never wreck my to go box When I leave you in the car When we’re at the puppy park You never stray too far You learn new tricks At nine clock ticks I don’t know how you do it, bro You’re so dang cute You play the flute? I gave that up so long … More An Ode to Mr Baxter
Don’t you get it yet? I’m not doing this for me I’m doing this to redefine the notion to be free Why you think these poems I ink I post without a ©️? I don’t care I’m well aware They can be stolen or could be thieved Because to me The more they read The … More I’m Well Aware & Do Not Care
Some may find it strange, how I built this firing range, it houses all the darkness and emotions that I feel It’s closed to other guests because it’s where my conscience rests, I know in here there is no fear and everything is real The structures made of glass so I can see through at … More My Firing Range
People see you rise and they all pray for your demise I’ll never get how things can change with the ones you know and love They see a like and hate it and the day you know you made it you look back and no ones left but these new people up above But wait! … More Haters
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
Baxter, where’d you go? You were just here Now you’re like “no” It makes no freaking sense I thought that you were helping me with all this stuff I do How can I pay recompense? I just want you sitting here as I write these things, my dude! Please just come right back I’ll give … More Baxter, Where’d You Go?
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
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
Alone tonight, can’t sleep, it’s true Cause all my thoughts, well, they’re on you Where’d you come from? Souls amiss You know, I didn’t plan for this Never thought of fonder things My mind has all these wanderings Keep it focused But wait, one sec That hug you gave around my neck It stayed with … More Lie Awake
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
How the World Should Work 