As a driver, I’ve never been keen.
I’m distracted, confused, not serene!
On my nerves, things keep grating.
Now I’m sitting here waiting
for that stupid stop SIGN to turn green!
November 19, 2020
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Sweet and Sour hectic sign
Love me, trust me, the stars align
Balance of truth and dare
Good and Evil, full of care
Blind when it comes to blood line
A young fertile mother begat
Triplets , called Tim , Tom and Tat
Great fun at breeding
Confusion at feeding
When she found there was no tit~for~tat.
Just what can astrology gain us?
The confusion surely must pain us.
Just how are you behooved--
Not to mention improved--
By knowing the moon's in Ur-anus?
The tail of a beaver, bill of a duck
yet they pull it off with honor and pluck
made with spare parts
they capture our hearts
with DNA tests that read WTF
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When she found out she would be working late
She asked if he could pick her up at eight
Drew looks askance
When he said, "It'll be hard to bear the wait!"
Confusion About Evolution
There could be confusion about evolution;
When we have started seeking a solution;
Sense may make,
While never fake;
Of thoughts and ideas produce revolution.
Batman and Robin hit the Joker
But their blow was only a croaker
The Joker hit back
But instead hit Jack
Who said "I'm glad, the Joker's an smoker!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Jim booked an accountant to meet
But he got the wrong house, and wrong street
Where the ladies purport
To massage and escort
He asked if they had a spread sheet.
At best, life is just mass confusion
Finding what's real and what's just an illusion
Speak of politics Do I dare?
When finding the truth is so rare.
Because politicians are just an optical illusion!
There once was a man that was lackluster
Who's life was one giant cluster
Writes a suicide note
He slits his throat
Blank stares are all his family can muster
An ancestor known as, "Miss Lottie"
Was a New York socialite "hottie"
To her lasting disgrace
She slapped Paul Revere's face
When he invited her to the p-ah-ty
There once was a thief from Chile
Who liked to drink milk with a lilly.
Well the judge was aghast
When examining his past,
But decided he was just silly.
We cook it ! Feel your tonsils tingle!
Add mayonnaise, lettuce, a pickle.
Lost both tonsils at ten
so can I ask you when
my change comes to more than a nickle?
Proctologists need to write when
A prescription's called for big ben
But a doctor equipped
With thermometer quipped
An asshole's walked off with my pen
With "plenty" this culture's endowed
Bad outcomes are never allowed!
But nature's stealthy
And notes for the wealthy
Silver linings come with a cloud
rip me open, inside out
straddler feeling, he came out
drag me along, make me bleed
fake your love, I don't feed
screams for help , I, the silent grout
The Galaxy; This cluster of stars
The sea; This concealed beauty and scars,
The inevitable suffering, the desired alleviation
All these could be seen through her eyes' nation!
She was a beautiful chaos, more beautiful than Mars.
I once knew a poet named Janice.
To her nothing's more puzzling than this:
Some Soupers say "Great"
or "Love it"--then rate
my poem a "1." Bliss with diss!
February 24, 2016
Respect and regard, people feel honour as appreciation.
Pleasureness encouraged them to raise explanation.
when you ignore a person means you cut a support line,
you narrowed a cycle for living, did you draw a positive line?
you realized others you are a person of reserve nature.
The bride-to-be set the time and the date.
Now she is a whole hour and one half late
The wedding guests are curious.
The bride’s father is furious.
The wedding is now on overtime rate.
For contest "My Cousin's Wedding"
Such food made the people go crazy.
Their hearts Fill'd with lust all got hazy
In bad stuff they were in
Many died cuz of sin
And were lost for'ver and that's crazy!
Dorian Petersen Potter
After tossing back too many shots,
My tummy got tied up in knots.
But the outhouse fell down,
now a king with no crown,
I cover up where I must: "Thank You Scotts'!"
It’s been eight years, and it still feels the same
As it was then, I seem to have no aim
That of a fresher
Searching for my own claim to fame.
”Errors, error, press on “any key
Yes our minds are a clutter you see.
I told you what to do.
Now you are turning blue.
No” any key” shows itself to me.