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The Fetal Beatle

by | Oct 30, 2019 | Poem

My creeping paranoia may become an ailment soon.

I’ll be sentenced to a Bates Motel-like cell of doom.
Everything, I’ve realized, has been a total sham,
organized, through history, by Uncle Sam I Am.
I danced through school the total fool and fell into the war.
I didn’t know a thing of life or what its rules were for.
I soon found out that in was out and up was often down.
The stealer was the healer. The hero was the clown.
I took to shelter, helter skelter, life in dreams my den.
Some years ago I was at peace. I can’t remember when.

Bad Wish Genie

by | Oct 12, 2019 | Poem, Posthumous Additions

It’s all untethered.
His hair is feathered.
His cheeks are golden,
his eyes beholden,
his fingers teeny,
just like his weenie.
He’s your very worst nightmare,
The Three Bad Wishes Genie.
In his teeth are diamond nuggets.
Up his nose are smoke and coal.
He pees processed oil in buckets
Demolition is The Goal.
He’ll dig deep down to hell unknown
to make the very core his own.
He thinks he is the judgement day.
How can we not stand in the way?