My poems are not
Very nice
Particularly warm,
Or fuzzy
But they do resonate
With those desolate
And who prefer their words
Bloody
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
My poems are not
Very nice
Particularly warm,
Or fuzzy
But they do resonate
With those desolate
And who prefer their words
Bloody
If you find my words too dreary
Then just scroll on, my dear
‘Cause if you are looking for cheery
There’s nothing for you here
I don’t write
About nice things
Love and all that shit
If you want to read
About nice things
You won’t like this one bit
All That Matters
Not much of this is pretty
Very little here is smart
Quite often it is shitty
But it’s always from the heart
(Originally Posted 10.01.2021)
Some people must think
My words are so bleak
That they no longer
Wish to scroll
But all I see
With poems like these
Is a humour
As black as coal
‘Mistletoe & Whine’
Just piss
off with your
Christmas shit
All this
Ho, Ho,
Fucking Ho…
Not
everyone
appreciates it
Some of us
are depressed,
you know
(Originally Posted 23.12.2019)
Has
anyone
ever
told
you to
stop
He
said
With
these
bullshit
rhymes
you
spew
Oh
many,
many
times
She
said
And
I told
them
to piss
off
too
Not much of this is pretty
Very little here is smart
Quite often it is shitty
But it’s always from the heart
And honest
Is my first
Don’t bother
Reading on
Without expecting
The worst