Untitled SonnetAmidst the verdant grass and rushy reeds,Amidst their rustle and the small birds chirp,My lifes love settles underneath the tree.And my sweet marriage you tenderly usurp.The birds slow ballad slowly is engulfedBy moans and screams of passion I dont know.Now necks are nibbled, hair is clenched and pulled,While closer to your climax you two grow.All this I see from inside the tall grass.The reason I came here I cannot recall.Im focused on the present, not the past.My hand on the trigger, through the reeds I crawl.And from the grass I rise and stand unbowed.And under that tree both your heads explode.
Oh Captain, My STFUThe student surpassed the teacher the minute I walked in here.I dont even know why Im still watching this charade.Your class, my balding friend, is a pain in the rear.The words escaping from your loose jaw are anything but clear.Spewing babble till Im forced to do your job
Well-played.The student surpassed the teacher the minute I walked in here.Perhaps teaching was not meant to be your career.Perhaps instruction was not your predetermined trade.Your class, my balding friend, is a pain in the rear.Why did our teacher have to grow in size and disappear?She really was the Best. I wished she could have stayed.The student surpassed the teacher the minute I walked in here.Normally senility would not cause me such frustration or fear.But the storys different when said senility affects my grade.Your class, my balding friend, is a pain in the rear.I dont know how Im going to survive the rest of the year.Ill have to teach the mater
WildfireWildfireDont play with fire ifYou dont want to get burnt.Thats what she told meAs she turned and sauntered away.You dont want to get burnt,But who could resist such magnificent fury?As she turned and sauntered away,She casually lit a cigarette.Who could resist such magnificent fury?The raging beauty of the open flame almost calls to you.She casually lit a cigarette,Its smoke swirling through the crisp air.The raging beauty of the open flame almost calls to you.In a way, I think I wanted to get burnt. That flame
Its smoke swirling in the air
Until shes gone.In a way, I think I wanted to get burnt. That flame
It drew me in like an insect. The point is,Until shes gone,You dont know what youre getting into.It drew me in like an insect. The point is,Dont play with fire ifYou dont know what youre getting into.Thats what she told me.