Sarcastic Dreams

Get to know some kids.
Say what you want.
Don't do too many drugs.
Work harder.
Eat veggies and drink water.
Turn off the TV.
Show up.
Stop worrying.
Play outside.
Think happy thoughts all day long.
Spar, don't cry.

The Bitch Tires

She crawls through the field,
crushing daisies as she goes.
Blocking out the sun
with her dried and moldy flesh.

Cursing, she snarls at squirrels
and squishes beetles.
Watching their insides
ooze from their cracked cases.

She staggers to her feet
wrenching a green branch from the bough.
Savagely twisting it
away from its mother.

Glaring, she scours the forest
for unwary onlookers.
Daring just one to
get close enough to swat.

She peels a rosehip
Crunching the sourness into her teeth.
Spitting the seeds
Inexpertly onto her feet.

Slavering, she swipes at her mouth,
Grabs at another bush.
Plops suddenly to her knees
exhausted by hate.

Mary Mary

A sculpted mind
Molding a generous intellect

A diamond wit
Emerging in serene expression

A gracious carriage
Ferrying an iron determination

A gorgeous laugh
Flowing from a crystal countenance

A flexible diplomacy
Enveloping an even governance

A delicate warmth
Escaping a molten beauty

Svetlanic

Blahnik marianik smoking the chronic
With nobody caring the swearing is wearing
People crashing lashing wracking and smacking
Colonic moronic and sonic pirahnic