I’m Sitting Here Morose

I’m sitting here moroseReading pages & thumbing my noseBored by the status quoBreaking off from the path we choseI’m searching for a worthy womanTo take by the waist & forever danceWho desires to explore love& live by the seat of her underpants Image by Amanda Zhang from Pixabay 

With The Inmates Running The Asylum

With the inmates running the asylum The cavernous tunnels are cold & dank It can be difficult to remember the faces The ones who put you here, the ones to thank But we’re not twiddling our thumbs at night We’re sharpening our words for vengeful retort You think we’re numbed & harmless fools Our bunker:Continue reading “With The Inmates Running The Asylum”