There once was a cow named Bob
Carrots he liked to Rob
Big, bright beautiful carrots
Crispity, Crunchity Carrots
Then one day there was no more
So Bob walked to the store
He tried and tried to open the door
He opened it an inch, but no more
Suddenly it came to Bob
“I will steal corn on the cob”
Tag: poem
Viva La Muerte
Saw it. Sang it.
Streamers.
Rhyming reading wrong.
Fellatio fantasizes.
Fetishize fisticuffs
Sweet soul
Sweet sweet soul no sun
Got no home.
Jive.
Scream n’ moan
Queenly queefs.
Keen Cake.
Dance darling.
Now, die.
Die die die.
Nothing sounds
Violation
Fornication
Annihilation
The Birds -A Poem
The birds scare me,
They fly by and scream at me.
I don’t like the birds,
I wish they’d die.
But I can’t hurt the birds,
That would not be fair.
How I wish they’d go away,
They keep staring at me with those beady black eyes.
The birds think they rule me,
They would try to kill me if they got the chance.
Why do they hate me so,
I never did anything to them,
They keep staring with their expressionless eyes.
Just a flicker of light nothing more,
They rise they squawk.
They circle they chase,
They scare me.
I wished they’d go away,
Birds, leave me be!!!