Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Gofer
Gopher
Go for broke
Friday night follies
Medieval power drinking
Order up excess
evening rain refresh
cooling cleansing quenching quafe
savour each swallow
Etched in my mind's eye
While together and apart
Your visage above
got off financial
treadmill first in order to
evict wasteful chaff
Butterflies
Aren't free
Oleo sinks
Margarine stinks
Sorrow floats
Hope bloats
Bees sting
Birds sing
Money talks
B.S. walks into a bank, lies about assets, gets a loan, then uses other people's money to live life in a golden cocoon only to emerge
A pro
To con again
Still butterflies
Aren't free
Hello everyone! The prompt for today is, “Butterflies”.
RDP SATURDAY: BUTTER FLIES
I'll see your tad raise
bet you a trifling
for the tidbit
in the pot
without giving
a tinker's damn
about your attempt
to trump
threadbare reasoning
with thoughtful
thorough
discourse to work
through these timorous
tumultuous
times
When I sit to meditate
I carefully try to radiate
Without words to intimidate
In spite of where I situate
Careful not to over inflate
Verbiage merely to saturate
Animal magnetism will infatuate
And unintentionally infuriate
Making it necessary to mitigate
Without appearing to subjugate
Intentions merely to intimate
That I'm just trying to relate
To precursors of my current fate
A Scroll Threw Life 