not vaginal nor
caesarean zapoop came
rectal delivery
by OB-GYN Proctologist
Aaaaaah that felt so good!
by Anonymous Poet
point and laugh at the
manchild everybody, down-
ward spiral, Hooray!
by Anonymous Poet
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
ya saaaak [Bostonese]
by Anonymous Poet
ya' suuuuCK! [da Bronx]
by Anonymous Poet
du suga [Swedish]
by Anonymous Poet
sina imea [Finnish]
by Anonymous Poet
du lutschen [Ger.]
by Anonymous Poet
voi succhiano [Ital.]
by Anonymous Poet
vous suca [Fr.]
by Anonymous Poet
usted chupa [spanish]
by Anonymous Poet
you suck
by Anonymous Poet[s]
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
so what if he says
what he says, let him say it
get it out, and thus
let it go
say I suck, go ahead
heal thyself
by bs
so be joyous when
that angry soul is happy
for a lost soul found
by bs
what is the True Self
is it this angry bar fly
sputtering last words
vomiting you suck till
they carry him away dead
or in coma, cold?b
by bs
we will all keep on
going and going, you can't
win you know, you can't
by bs
keep going but I
must dash be anon and thus
summoning demons
trolls, witchcraft, etc etc
when who is higher than these
little men in high heels?
by bs
the demons scream from
the alleyways, cast out to
the slums of abyss
by bs
another season
sharing holidays with trolls
who spoil my eggnog
by mundane
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
here i go again
old loser habits don't die
how can i suck LESS?
.....tis an age old question
by bs
thoughts remained so long
thinking all along through storm-
just turned to granite.
by mundane
one gets used to the
white noise of some things that squawk
that's just the old crow...
"you suck..."
good bird
by bs
keep writing in peace
because this is that time to
wage peace in spirit
by bs
the hecklers seek to
take a portion of the folks
up on stage, a show
all their own
by bs
wintertime daydream
return to macon county-
where a blue sky reigns.
by mundane
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
I say, who is a
mirror to one another
reflecting here your
peace, this yule, let it
be peace rules over the short
sight of the flame wars
by bs
some of us find a
reflection in emotion
of "dark" energy
metal, old classic
reflection of street poets
perhaps this is a
reflection of each
generation's reflection
on what was their life
by bs
when those in Gen X
grow old will reflection be
over old angry tv
by bs
clearness of cool air
snows covering clarity-
new age music fits.
by mundane
gas stoves, wood stoves, the
fuel that feeds life, goes green in
this re-run of the
Victorian style
saturnalia, reserved
egg nog vs dinoys
by bs
quickly days pass by
so much so this time of year
yet frozen stillness.
by mundane
stoic sentinel
sitting hours on end eyes
on an empty road
familiar sounds of
a rural delivery
she slowly rises
by Haiku half-wit
gusty breaths moaning
icy anguish through the
fragile crackling limbs
and dawn's stillness roused
by this interloper's loud
intermittent gait
by Haiku half-wit
Death is not the end
It's only an interlude
in the path of time
by William Nippress
Search while we are young
Acceptance comes with old age
Who and what we are
by William Nippress
The world calls "time out"
More time for reflection now
Silence for the snow
by William Nippress
Big thank you mundane
At last something worth reading
My thoughts are with you.
by William Nippress
beavis and butthead
were the modern bums who did
wait for godot, MTV
by bs
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
dawn will break again
raise another tomorrow-
now only this night.
by mundane
reach out for the light
the many sounds of silence-
filter through the night.
by mundane
latch again the gate
no visitors will stop by-
on this snowy night.
by mundane
fifty-eight too old
to the grandkids too young for
me to check out of here
by terminal case
we map out our lives
with all the routes clearly marked
FATE's got other maps
by terminal case
mundane existence
until your world turns on end
at the word CANCER
by terminal case
utopia now
politicians promise all-
pay for it later.
by mundane
