Not the title I wanted to give this new, sure-to-die thread. I wanted "People Oughta Emit Messages So Doth Omits Negative Energy Brilliantly Yielding Meth Experiences" however the facists who run this site don't allow my title to be that long. ****ers! Anyway an old one:
Loveball
A glance or two would surely do
Anymore and I am sure I'd get caught
A spoken word here or there
Might indicate if I'm the one she sought
"Be yourself" and "Keep your cool" are buzzwords to get your prize
Whoever thought using timeless tools would equal my demise
Strike one, dust flies, as I swing the bat, at the ballpark near the lake
I'm sure I'll hit a home run on the second pitch; I best be not to flake
The second pitch is thrown, I miss that too
One more strike and I am out
I look at the coaches at what to do
But they don't know what I'm about
Next pitch is a ball, at least at my last guess
Whoever thought Love was Sandy Koufax
I was going to lose even at my best
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
I really don't know what I was trying to achieve with this. It's different though.
White Collar Slob
I raise my mug with significant weight
And carry my weight with significance
I bark the orders while ordering lunch
breastfeeding my ego while I munch
I'm always up high from skyscrapers to plane
whilst submerged in highs from wine to cocaine
Corporate corruption made me alive
Now I'm alive doing life.