You gotta be my friend first If you want anymore Otherwise it’s the worst Anything otherwise Is a relationship born in a hearse
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
It was frustrating Knowing that I left my home When I left your arms
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Your hand… what happened? I gave Karen the finger Tom! Call the doctor
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
Here comes the mallet Swung to bash right in the balls Please aim for the pole
The cave beckoned me Begging for exploration Until it slammed shut… CHOMP!
Pyhsical contact Isn’t that what you wanted? … Not with a closed fist!
Writing and reading With and for one another Some sort of heaven?
It is possible; In one ear, out the other. Just ask Mac the Knife.
My souls reflection Our last kiss eons ago I’ve found you again ….. When our eyes met An instant recognition Karmic reflection
No utopia Makes the humans do the chores While robots "write" books
I’m sorry I’m not who I was then If you’ve known me long enough You’ll know you’ve never met the same person twice Is it a virtue or a vice
Clapperless, my bell Sounded a silent warning I should have listened
