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Merry Grinchmas To Y'All.
The tree is man-made, the gifts are fake,
The carols make my stomach ache.
I hate the crowds, the forced-up cheer,
The noise that fills this time of year.
The sales are loud, the hype is worse,
Everyone's lost in some gift-giving curse.
The cookies? -Too sweet! The songs? -A "bore"!
I’d rather be locked behind my door.
So skip the cheer, and ditch the mess,
I’d...
Tuesday 24th December 2024 11:30 am
Dreams
If there's a need to
Wake up from a dream
(If i am in one)
I'll simply close my eyes
And will go to sleep
Sunday 20th November 2022 6:48 am
Not Everybody Likes Poetry
Blank look
Dead eyes
Not impressed nor surprised
Flamboyant flare reveals a double rainbow
Spotted gazelle prances on a dewy field
Zero fucks is what they give it, still
Dear Poet
Not everybody likes poetry
It’s a matter of their wiring
You’re okay
This truth is best to have been found
Earth still spins us round and round
© Candi...
Saturday 23rd October 2021 11:02 pm
Come Down from the Clouds
Come down from among the Clouds
Come down from among the clouds and seat yourselves.
I will set plates for y'all. There will be no wooden flatware,
no metal cups, certainly no raggedy napkins. The ceramic
made in China, flatware in the USA, tempered glass in
Argentina, and napkins cut and sewn by a little old colored
lady in Little Rock, Arkansas, while her great granddaughter
...Friday 1st March 2019 12:38 am
Advice
How prolific your profundity,
To see what others cannot see,
To relate your divine acuity,
To take the time to talk to me,
To advise advice altruistically,
To lower yourself to charity,
To solicit unsolicited graciously,
To presumably pontificate pompuosly
To offer two red cents for free.
Tuesday 16th December 2014 7:26 am
Ditch Digger
I've heard the world needs ditch diggers too,
Which is good for me and good for you,
Because now we can be important to,
The doctors and the lawyers.
Oh, won't my mother be so proud,
To have raised such an important child,
Who reached the summit in the clouds,
When it comes to holding a shovel.
So, remember not to try too hard,
If you were born substandard,
...
Monday 30th June 2014 7:38 am
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