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When everybody
Becomes a thrill seeker then
Nobody is thrilled
Nothing special Nothing gained
Cheap thrills Cause the thrill is gone
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Category: postaday
Du Jour
Carve
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Slice away hollow all hallows disguise of fear
Where pumpkins grin
While humanity plans sin
Tricks and treats all beat their feet
Through urbane humanities urban street
Foolish fantastical ways of thinking
Gunna get them something sweet to eat
Still the strong eat the meat
While the meek all retreat
Carve through realties flimsy costume veneer
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Bloody Reality
Dogma
rough patches inflamed
by rigid dogma is just
a blister on life
Biases Abound
eye witnesses are
not reliable because
human perception
is not only fungible
but highly tractable too
Bloomers
a lush pink orchid
blooms on Tasha’s porcelain
fashion plate palette
Next
Que
Cue
Queue?
I’ll refrain from sounding it out in ‘Merican
By shouting Quweyyy! As in Sooie!
So push your snout to the trough
Squeal away to the head of the queue
But get a clue
Whatever you do
Don’t miss your cue
Or you’ll have to sue
Pecking order sorted by brute force
Not a kinder or gentler course
Stampedes are the wurst
There I ago makin’ sausage agin
Divine right of kings
Royal schmoyal bling
Invisible caste system test
Visible caste system’s fest
Modern civilization delivers most
To the back of histories queue
A cue for the future queue
As sheep with out a clue
But no butting
As kids called line cutting
Now get in line and stop your whining
Because the uncivilized entitled
Need to gobble their fill
Of inhumanities fine dining
Time to take your organizing pill
Because queue courtesy is vital still
Pfft You Were Gone
my missing part was
smashed twixt a taxi bumper
and a bus stop pole
Top Cat Scat
Itten bitten little kitten
have a herringbone
trombone with righteous timbre
to play a caterwauling concert.
Though it takes a lot to laugh,
It takes a train to cry.
So don’t squash that dwarf,
hand me the pliers.
Not a cat but a textbook
on how to tune a piano,
not tune a fish.
The confuse a cat
railroad trestle catastrophe
has gone big bada boom
and the Chattanooga choo choo
will never chuga chug again
Now that the pump don’t work
cause the vandals stole the handle
So look out kitty in
the cats in the cradle
with the silver spoon
All watched over
by machines of loving grace
perched above us
in the catbird seat
reading up on foliables
for feline domesticus
as the textbooks say
with a cornucopia
of tuneziz that croonziz
and phrases that payziz
that can haziz chezzburgerziz
A Scroll Threw Life 