No, I am not a moron, imbecile… nor idiot
Prettier pictures I’d paint of myself but that’s not really helping us getting into
It really humbles me to say asking for favors makes me feel gay,
But since I am I might as well ham it up anyway yes I see you zapping each other…I wanna zap too please help me brother… is it as easy a licking a pop this autocorrection really must stop…
Is it as easy as flicking a switch please help this stupid son of a bitch
I promise a rhyme maybe even a song if someone will simply help me along….
…help me put on my big boy britches…
my fellow Nostriches…
I know you won’t steeeeeeeeer meeeeeee wrooooong.
At dawn mist still lingers
Caressing leaves of grass
Fingers, dew-tipped gently hold
Glass drops locked until the old
Sun collects within them filled
Light bursting forth in gilded gold flame
Birds call to each other by name
Celebrations soar through air
Like Lion’s roar and shake
Fair morning I awake
You’re there.
I live in a liberal Texas city Dallas. All
Cities are liberal. I’m in a bar filled with white people who are liberals, and I promise you most of them have BLM signs in their yard. Not a brotha in sight. Lol. Liberals.
It took two thousand years for same sex folks to stop being persecuted and 20 for them to prove why they were persecuted in the first place. Truly amazing feat.
Flamingoes get Flamboyance
Even Vultures get Committee
Unless you’re dead the Vultures
Stead your Wake…the rest?…well pity
A Parliament!…a Congress!
Why do Buzzards get so much due?
A group of Ostriches is called
A flock?…You’re kidding?…No?
Every flocking flock’s a flock!
A flock! Flock this we’re thru!
We’ll call a flocking flock of
Ostriches…
A Nostrich
now…
Thank you..
Looking at you Miriam Webster.
Trans/hysteria reaching critical mass is the church’s blame to take. “Marrying” the idea that -sex equals/is love- now has persons questioning their identity because hormones.
Saying “Love is Love” is like saying
“Pigs are Bacon”
I love bacon…but you don’t see me humping a ham.
Mornings’ muses merrily dive like
Dolphins…aerially
Splashing stars shoot scattered beams
Light lilting lofted
O’er seas streams into other worldly
Depths, softly caressing
Sleeping Adam’s lips
Shimmering on dreaming lids
Loose lazy curls crown his
Golden head
A.G.S
(jj)
I might not be the brightest bulb in the box, but I’d be remiss to mention this…
I wouldn’t have to have sense enough
To empty your boot…
If you’d a picked a better place to piss.
jj
Airport Prayer
I’m happily happy to say this to you,
Hence our friend karma reintroduced us two
And always blesses both, times above ten, for what we give each to other to each give we…friend.
May your path be peaceful and prosperous, unfilled of ill,
Resplendent in Truth! Or beauty…
Good is God’s will.
And ‘lo wheels will round again and again without promise that we shall ‘ere meet still then
Together we’ll travel along lacking naught,
For good will fill faces memory forgot.
A.G.S (jj)