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Tag Archives: Poetry
Said the Reality Show Consultant
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)
Grasping for languages
Bore da, world
Kombo na ngai, Ospreyshire
Baka Amerikajin ja nai, minna-tachi
I need to be more than finite
Unu lingvo neniam sufiĉas
Kwaheri. Nakutakia siku njema.
Cryptic Art Plans?
Visions are waiting
A translation is coming
To end this stasis
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
The Universe’s Target
Some lessons and guidelines were downloaded in every brain
Except for one
The excuses rain down whenever bad behavior is shown
But for that loner, they’re automatically condemned
Kid gloves for the rest of the society and slaps on the wrists happen
Whether they be yelling, stealing, or storming prominent buildings
A decimal of that, and it’s an instant judgment on that individual
Seems as though the universe has one person to flog for the rest of their existence
Until someone takes their place
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
Echoes of Nightmares
The sun felt so foreign
As it’s swapped with a blood red duplicate
Shining down rays echoing
Across my universe
While everyone else had blue skies
Why would anyone envy the haunted?
