It always seems that some will take
from others their own birthday cake.
In poetry the theft of work
shows traces of a low-life jerk.
The answer, as it’s always been,
is the old-fashioned guillotine.
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a storage place for the departedto rest their worn out bones three days.Stone walls so thick they would not hear,if hear they could after they’d passedand not one window, just a doorand space for four, both sexes welcome.Frau Mengert had been taken there,she’d struggled bravely with her illness.The doctor said her heart had failed,she was…
All angels crying
crocs rule forever.What is a Haiku?A simplified concoctionlike mathematics?He did not wonderabout the silly criticsor funny haikus.
She smiled the smile
while dew drops felland petals openedto frosty windsof early Spring.She knew of timeits mangled endyet gave her heartheart of a rosewith happinessdeep in her soul.And death would notdefy its masterit came with measuredleaden stepsand smiled the smilethat means the endwhen dew drops freezein frosty winds.
A rhino weighing just a ton,
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It rang again just now,
or just a fluke at 3 a.m.?Maybe we should,and quickly nowtry that toll free oneagain, but thenour line will be…busy, and if she rings!Go next door dear,ask if we can borrowtheir mobile.And I will waitright here, and pray.
I do consider
I shall not share them.Those of poor mannersjust stay away you wankersyou are not welcome.It’s strictly envyyou know that you’re inferior,consumed by hatred.To me you’re nothinga windbag full of flatusand diarrhoea.