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humour Poetry

Problems with *insert starsign of choice*

You all are a bunch of
schizophrenic indecisive
enigmatic selfish hungry
insatiable unbalanced
malacting and cunning
idiotic, serious, rarely funny
absent humour, feigning grace
with your sloppy lies and messy place
completely missing the point
can’t handle booze or joint
dazed by your own reflection
beating Gemini’s narcissistic cares
obsessed with non-existent principles
confused why your vision’s not shared
victims of your own making!
at every opportunity, flaking!
discovered again and again faking!
When will you learn?
When will you stop blaming?
The world cannot gaslight your dreams
they are too impermanent it seems
you name your self-sabotage treason
and find yourself standing alone
rotting on your psychic throne
but when you’re proved wrong again
no responsibility is dared to be taken!
I hate to write and post this rant
but my mind is maddened with this chant
I know for this appearance I’ve created cause
so I say: can we just PAUSE
our delusions feel real and so we blame
instead of realizing we’re the same
water into water, madness into madness
air into air, you’re filled with sadness
name your grief and let it go
and build the courage and strength to know
you must open your heart
to the world that wounded you
let your nasty feelings depart
so you can be better too

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humour Poetry

poor man’s metaphor

 (Note: read best aloud in James Donald Forbes McCann‘s accent & cadence – sorry if that’s appropriation)

     tonight,
a bird without song
         landed on my chest
heavy
         a big bird
     maybe a childhood wound
yellowed, tarred, and feathered with age
       the point is,
       there was no song!
       let’s not get caught up in the details

I’m sad!!!!

        and still,
     it’s all a dream
           it’s just a dream
                & I dream I am free

I’m happy!!

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Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Thirsty Thursday | How love was the end of the Pillsbury Doughboy

(His last words)


I feel gooey inside
I mean more than usual
I think my insides are melting

something warm is happening in my heart
it’s making a bubble 
something’s about to pop

this really doesn’t feel quite right
I think I’m rising from the inside out
the heat supposed to be external

but this is gutting me
tearing me apart

hot bit by bit expanding

and do you see this bulge here?
no! not my stomach!

hoo-hoo!! 

don’t poke me at a time like this —
can’t you see I’m in pain?

oh! dire pain!

being wrenched apart
baked wrong side out

surely this isn’t in the directions —
can we trouble shoot?

something’s happening to my throat
the words aren’t 
                coming out good
no more
ooey gooey heart 
hoo-hooo


Okay… so this isn’t the thirstiest. x.x but can you picture that it probably isn’t Mrs. Poppie Fresh Pillsbury Doughboy doing it for him. 😉

You might not need a tall glass of water, but perhaps a cold glass of milk and a hot, soft chocolate chip cookie would satisfy you.