There Are Many Fancy Writers

  There are many fancy writers Those who are great, they’ve decided Elegant illustrations & plunging necklines But hubris is often one-sided There are many arrogant writers Quick with the wit they’ve decried Moans of pain suited to their fame Loving with one eye open it’s often implied

Pouring A Tall Wine In The Fine Crystal

Pouring a tall wine in the fine crystalThe fancy stuff from our Wedding dayLeaving behind clothing as we speakYour look disregards anything I have to say My eyes are up here, my beautiful BridePlease focus on my charm & witI can tell you only desire one thingBut first lady, you’re going to have to submit

I Can’t Swim That Far

I can’t swim that farNo use for a sailor like meFloating with the jetsamWithout the pomp or jubileeThis grey cell rockingOn each & every waveAt the whim of natureI pray for Jesus to saveA daily grind in hellNo time for witty quipsThis a mere life raftFor the Devil’s Flagship

Not Much I Could Do

Not much I could do She was out of my league Pretty sure she didn’t know My soul filled with intrigue Flashing my humble smile Woman don’t fall in love with wit Transitioning my pride In this world, I appear wholly unfit

Surviving By The Bright Light of Day

  Surviving by the bright light of day Pouring coffee directly into my weary eyes Can’t sleep at night since I must remain alert Anxious; trying to hide my soul’s invisible cries Gathering my wits to merely successfully exist Waiting for the other shoe to drop & Hell to begin Tired of cowering away in