Ace tooth.
Face the truth.
Graceful youth
clumsily used.
Cuddle me, choose.
A puddle, pee, noose.
I’d love a boost.
What’s the use?
Shoes.
The news.
It don’t come true abused.
You amused?




Wield the Spade.

I guess a lot of people continue taking their time with something
until it is done right.
And our siblings and peers
don’t always do the same thing
the same specific way
in the story.
I definitely have my forte.
So report me to the authority,
or keep ignoring me.
Quarantine.
Warrant free.
Arrest then test me.
Messy.
Says me.

I don’t see the bait.
I was told if I believed in the Aleve we ate
it would alleviate.
Fu©ked head to toe.
I’m dead you know, so I mediate.
I’ll try not to be the hate,
and leave them late.
You need to wait.

Damn! You've been on fire lately. While I haven't gotten to read them all yet, I am enjoying the ones I have read. I also like the pics and gifs you've been including with them.

Please keep em coming.

One love

U inverse.

Yes.
The answer is yes.
To the universe.
u n i verse.
Humans diverse.
Have the blessing, try the curse.
Play some chess and ride a hearse.
And what's worse..
You're told to implode instead of burst.
I assert it's the worst.
But I'll steal honey from her purse,
and money for shirts.
Seen my clean, seen my dirt.
I work.
I'm the real jerk.




Youniverse.


Yo Universe!

Bird chirp.
Word burp.
Dry thirst.
I burst.
A curse even worse.
I like it even though it hurts.
Pay me. Work.
Ladies first.
What do you got?
What do I got?
What do you get
for making me a bit happy?
But if I’m a bit happy then what has me?
A bit happy is being bit but still a bit happy.
But being a bit happy while being bit
is just a bit happy
while I’m mostly just getting bitten.
I wanna know which one I’m getting.
Bitch, I’m a kitten.
To a witch it doesn’t matter which one is sitting.
It's winning.

The need for;
Dawnings.
What’s daunting.
Tauntings and hauntings.
Wantings.
The bombings.
Top Ramen’s.
What’s calming.
Your Mom and
what put you in your Mom and what put your Mom in.
A shaman.
And for the art of it the part of it we all have in common.
Amen.

Breathing.
Still teething.
At least what I’m weaving will be even with Steven.
Step hen, I’m perceiving
within whatever time’s achieving
from the believing.
With ease I’m forever grieving for the thieving.
Unweaving, never leaving.
The key's in.
I'm sneezing.

Long.
Length.
Strength that is strong
and plentiful
from a gentle soul
in a mental hole
with the dental toll
that went all gold
and sent what rolled
for a cent so old
while getting cold.
Do what you’re told
or lose what you hold.
Due to grow mold
after times so bold.
Laughter unfolds. Behold.

Fire pooch.
Try a boost.
My use.
Juice like Babe Ruth,
and I keep my youth in my tooth.
It’s how I stay cute, Cutey.
And I’m always on duty. Hoops.
You are in all ways a beauty. Oops.
Going through loops.
It is okay but I go back to mute. Boots.

And hey..
It’s an egg.
It’s about the next thing I’ll say
as long as I’m at least on my last leg
when I stand up and ache.
Unless I’m on my last leg and fall,
in which case it’s about the next best thing I can say
then maybe I’m dead to it all.
But did I have a baby in a bed from my balls?
Said.
The wedding brawl.
This wasn’t a treat for me, I don’t beg when I’m small.
Is that what you are? Call.

This is how I speak on behalf of myself.
This is how I speak on behalf of a lot of things
with honest wings.
Through modesty bring honest things
and some of the oddest things.
Whatever progress brings.
Or smile while a goddess sings.
Spilling ink cause I gotta think.
What causes Oz’s kings
to be old men behind curtains?
Why are we hurting?
How high are we working?
Am I unsure of a sure thing
or so certain?
Bird chirping.

Another try.
Brothers die. Discover why.
A butterfly flutters by.
I gotta get a mother high,
and not lie to another guy.
Thunder down under where a lover lies.
I’m her eye.

You used gravy.
Bruised...
Babies...
Truths.
Maybe.
If I have to prove that I’m in their eyes crazy
and unfit to ‘work’ when I’m not lazy
so they can come get the perks of a dirty daisy
then I’ll smile while I question the file that says I’m hazy
and ask myself if their feast is at least as crazy,
and lazy, and hazy.
I play my cards, they should raise me.
All these days you amaze me.
All I want is a day’s cheese
at a time
while I wiggle and rhyme.
I did a little for a dime
so my nickel should shine.
Why won’t I put my pickle in the brine?
Why won’t I just play a fiddle in good time?
I’m in the middle of a climb.
Don’t want to fall this time.
Don’t want to call it a crime.
And you shouldn’t either.
As if I’m the one who’s too eager
to play…
and make all the money and throw it away.
You know what I say?
I aint voting for who they say they are.
I get paid by a card for being their retard
who thought they’d listen.
Something beyond this pays for this thanksgiving.
I’m on a plank, living.
What am I missing?
Enough money to afford my own pot that I piss in?
Just whistling dixie while my dick keeps on dribbling.
Basketball scribbling.
Ask them all if I put a little in.
I will fight but it will win.
$hit, million$.

Falling into the deep (of a drought)
for something to keep (when I’m out).
One thing to peep
on my leap(ing out).
Sheep (of doubt).
(What do I) Beep beep (about)?
I gotta pee. Urination.
You’re a nation, I’m a creep.
Charlie Brown, good grief.
Already found my beliefs
while you’re being leaves.
Got beef?
I’m not a thief, but I’m also a leaf
with all glowing teeth.
I know I’m brief.
It takes so long to move east.
Bound and down to the least.
Drowning amongst a fountain of beasts
with good eats.
I’m no dummy, these are the best yummy teats.
Fresh garden beets.
No less, even defeated.
What are you eating?
Meat.
Feel free to eat from this meathead’s tweet.
It’s got feet.
Turns into more every time you bring the heat.
Meet and greet.
I believe in when I’m leaving for an even seat.
Cannot be beaten by the grieving elite.
Needing a treat.

Cooking, cooking.
Threw the book in. Good looking.
Not believing thieves and crooks and
I like my pudding.
You tell me I shouldn’t.
Like you wouldn’t?
Look what was tooken.
I do what you couldn’t.
I just want rubies for Ruben,
and no poop in the soup I’m stewing.
What are you doing? Mooing?
Are you chewing on what you’re viewing?
True and
I’m pursuing.