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A Covid 19 Haiku
Stay home wash your hands The heroic act inverts Do not give flowers Thanks to Flickr photographer missannafaye for the use of your pic
I Am Lioness
I am lioness Striding through life’s open fields I prey ‘pon only that which nourishes me; but, Contentment is my demise. Thanks to Marc on Flickr for the use of …
We Want You!
We Want You! we invite our new comrades to propaganda nation | we promise instant gratification | follow us | this is your new notification | enter and take command …
Their Last Scream
Stop, be silentOpen your ears Listen, please, just be Present to their fears The longer you talkTighter the knot gets What have you taught themThrough noise, ignorance How can a …
Grit
Grit on the classroom floor. Overflowing bin. Usual teacher’s crap everywhere, I stuff it aside to sit. The kids are pretending to work and I’m pretending to care about them being …
Stealing Christmas
Fuck Christmas. Can’t believe I said that but as far as embracing the christmas spirit goes, all I’ve had time to do is put up the tree. Didn’t even decorate …
Bitch Hysteria
Instead of witches, we call them bitches. Irritable bitches. Complaining bitches. Whining, whinging, annoying bitches. Any emotion a man feels is given the excuse of being a man. What about …
Stir The Paint
Stir the paint. Wet, thick paint. Black bristles stick to the wall. Though the brush is balding, the wood looks perfect. Lacquer the walls with smells if folly! (While you still …
Society’s Most Spectacular Dish
I’m in a jar. The lid is screwed on tight. I’m still pushing against it everyday, harder and harder. When I first pushed against it I heard a popping noise …
The Wall
Are the students learning anything? They never listen. They show no respect. They can’t talk without swearing. They never show up, can’t assess them. Frankly, there’s no hope for them …
LiElife
Have you seen the new iPhone app? It’s a free app called Social Networking Manager. If you download it it can update your social networking accounts for you! Plus, there’s …
My Toes Are Little Soldiers
Sometimes the fear gets to my little soldiers. They freeze. Cant move. Can’t walk. Can’t see forward. Somehow the captain gets a message through, a message of encouragement to each …
The Literary Gangster 