The C in C-list might as well stand for canceled
Hardcore New Yorker accents and millions of dollars
Couldn’t salvage one’s reputation like the bars he claimed to do
Yelling, bossing it up, and saltier attitudes than the Atlantic Ocean
Only worked for so long
“Starving dogs are obedient dogs!”
Says the man who acquired handouts from Uncle Sam while lambasting others for being lazy (selective socialism, much?)
Spoken like a tried-and-true slave master
Prayers are raised to heaven for the right person to shove kettles in your face
As he’s forced to converse with them with a side of crow sandwiches
Certain people aren’t allowed to act like you in your show when they’ve been punished for less
Another entry into the hypocrisy portfolio
The only apologies are being late for saying “Bye, Felicia”
Despite only seeing the program in passing (the blood boiled quite often even while ignoring everything)
Tag Archives: Free Verse
This Osprey Desires to be a Phoenix
Infinite rivers flood the terrestrial firmament
Deluging the ears from the preserved messages
It was time to burn
A refinement was paramount
Instead of self-destruction
For the heartbeat to be redesigned
Cleansing As A Lost Art (Sadly Enough)
The pandemic rages on
Decent people do their best to be clean
Yet some dirty people with status have shown themselves as of recently
Kelso and Jackie felt being clean was optional with them and their kids
A certain rapper’s blonde wife only showered when she felt “icky”
An internet media mogul didn’t know what a washcloth was until his tennis player wife taught him how to use it this year
Why are people so nasty and why do people want to be like them?
Bank accounts and fame weren’t substitutes for cleanliness
The rumors spread like germs as society is far from godly and they’d be right according to that age-old adage
Maybe the commoners with sense should stick to elbow-bumps and extra hand sanitizer should they meet the stars
Even the destitute and disadvantaged at least showered once a day
It makes one wonder why America ranked #1 with this virus
The dirtiness should be severely dialed down to multiple degrees, so the doves of hygiene can soar
Maledictions Get Ignored
Blessings are a thing whether one believes in a divine power or not
Yet some overlook the antonyms
Plagues aside, the signs become more obvious throughout the world
Embarrassments and debacles are on display
As severe things afflict those who thought they had control
Throwing millions of bills as a frail attempt to stay in power
Failure was impending
And curses will shower onto those deceivers
No Success
All I know is suffering in silence
As failure lingers ever still
Will I ever see gold, silver, or even bronze?
Enforced smiling did malignant damage
Without my knowledge
Toxic Positivity
So I guess I should shut up and smile, yeah?
A happy face for me to be in the best place?
What is this cult?
Bottling up the hurt was low-key encouraged
While I would be silenced by smiles
Obscuring bleak realities
As the florescent-hued abuse walloped me ad nauseum
Untitled Ryuka
Insults become the widest din
All from those covering their ears
Coming from the collective screams
All from those afflicted
These Wings Feel Severed
The main purpose went wayward…again
Walls become solid cages
With no room for the wingspan
Assuming if the wings were still there
This “shire” is leaderless…
Plica Vocalis Retribution
They wanted the purest silence
24 karat taciturn acoustics
Whenever the “wrong” kind of male voice is spotted in earshot
Not a raised one or a defiant one
Just existing made them inflamed
Vying for the erasure for the crime of just being
Excuses compound together
Under the subterfuge of azure eyes
The extraction happened
No contract, warnings, or potions
Yet chaining the vocal cords
The desire to bring it back scorched brightly
Once the morales lower than Mariana’s Trench were in sight
Diving towards a thousand fathoms
Where no one can hear anyone scream
Vocal larceny was at it’s peak
And it was a challenge to get it back
How dare they rob the sound
Once the voice would be retrieved
Only a more aggressive homage to a devil ray mage crafted by the Rising Sun
Yet transplanted from a Nordic kingdom would suffice for them
The thievery guild will be repaid in kind
Forever the muted scourges
Writhing without sound
As bodies dissolve into foam
On the acidic ocean they created
Such retribution was a primal scream
When the thieves became infautated by their romance of one person’s silence
Awakened More Than I Wanted
So much was unearthed
The horrors of the world came to light
Freddie, Jason, Michael, all cowered with these revelations
Beheaded people in museums
Children’s bones used in universities without the parents’ consent
Denying the slaughtering of thousands
Were all put on display
Eyes were forced open in unexpected ways
As one couldn’t look away anymore
