Month: July 2025

Chicken Legs

We trees down soon roots everywhere pushing up floors, doors and walls. Cracks. Novice sailboat creamed corn safety bowl real sanity something else. Running downhill. Open lots of areas part the locks of hair. Rude. Pumped. Lose a fee charge too much. Free estimate. All’s well that ends well. soup in chains pork shoulder Boston butt chicken legs.

Spiraling Outlook

Creases in your face

Make them think

You are sincere,

But the truth is,

You are lying

Through your teeth.

The more you flash

Those pearly whites,

The more you stray

From an honest take

On whatever you’ve been

Caught doing, that takes

From those who barely have,

And gives to those, like you,

Who don’t need.

For as long as I can remember,

Republicans have been complaining

About welfare for the poor,

And social security for the elderly

And disabled,

Those evil handouts.

All the while, the rich get richer,

And the poor get poorer.

But that’s not enough, apparently.

Now the poor will suffer illness

And lack for education,

While the super wealthy get more

Tax breaks and kickbacks

For their connections and power.

It really is sad

How the working middle class

Has been fooled

By your antics and smokescreens,

Giving their last dollar

To support you and all you stand for,

Then voting you and your cronies

Into power, only for you to take away

Their lifelines in the economy.

Skyscrapers

Pepper slaying Johnson Abigail thru Chinese recreational vacuums. Scary solemnity carefree cemeteries. Inopaly sword fighting succulent peaches in two merry musketeers. Volume pouring into factory swinging slightly corner gent leaves top hate change brightly. Rude cooperations with whipped cream on top, giving solo flights into the Grand Canyon. Space lizards eat cucumber tangent albums in sprite lead bereft sold movie popcorn smoothies. Are the orangutans in story book romances locking onto skyscrapers?

Underwater Ballet and Me

Poochy playground parasites play perfectly in end type, so often was the pooch played, so close was the matinee. In rainbow trees, the stalagmites color freely in between, I’ve seen. So come and spray and make gay meetings in southern ways. Valves tease meagerly, to hope—underwater ballet and me.

Please

Very somewhat earthly and soggy, tuned to a separate key and a half. With milk, of course. I like smoogar in my fleas. Sweet poop into cottage institutes. Realms of rewinds cover triage of sorts. To ink thus peed on canvas or paper watchamacallit. To bus, put indeed around a cough and split hounds. To rub along, so please.