Education
Magic bullet
Gateway to stars
Door to continuous learning
Within easy reach
Requires some effort
Constantly yearning
Poem on Education
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The Car Ride
Driving home the freeway jammed
Even the diamond lane crammed
Cruise ships seeking safe repose
Passengers fighting off woes
Fingers white around the wheel
Hearts forgetting how to feel
Tunnels permanently blocked
Wooden doors steadfastly locked
Hopeless, dreamless, zombie-like
Pounding in the golden spike
Absolute sincerity
Wallows in simplicity
Disaster looms up ahead
Patterns melt the tangled thread
Revolutionaries sway
Blinkers indicate the way
Arterial trends emerge
Widens an expansive urge
Switching lanes has come too fast
Now forgetting all the past
Exit sign soon arises
Throwing off all disguises
Speeding in direction shown
Eager not to be alone
A Teacher’s Lament
I spoke with your teacher today,
And this is what she had to say:
Please tell Billy I like him a lot
But not when he licks each tiny spot
Of food off his plate.
It’s just plain gross.
It’s not polite to pick your nose
That’s why tissue’s good for blows
Putting snot between his teeth
Makes kids stare beyond belief
You just don’t do it
It’s just plain gross.
He needs to keep his shoes on his feet
The stench smells like rotten meat
While in the playground yard
Children find it too hard
To forgive him.
It’s just plain gross.
People don’t put their hands on their butts
And scratch until they make big cuts
Blood through the clothes
And a stick up the nose
It’s just plain gross.
Wedgies are not fun to receive
And when he complains, I believe
He only got what he deserved
Get back that which you served
And whine not
It’s just plain gross.
As far as work, Billy’s losing out
He wrinkles papers and runs about
Seldom sits for more than a minute
Pencils in places where they don’t fit
He’s failing
It’s just plain gross.
There’s not much more that I can say
Except that you should be on your way
To talk to Billy. Tell him I care
For him I’d go anywhere
To find him help.
He’s not that gross.
Flowers, Flowers Everywhere
It didn’t take too long to realize
That I had begun to fantasize,
And I was forced to carefully apprise
The situation before my eyes.
My time had come, that much was certain.
I stupidly stared at the white curtain,
After my legs had stopped their dartin’
And my poor heart had ceased its hurtin’
The doctor, a diagram he traced
Of my heart: at me he boldly faced
And now declared, as my eyes gazed
At my demise. I was sorely fazed.
Later that day, I died, to my surprise.
Sad I was this good world to be partin’
The flowers still remain where they were placed.
A-Z Nonsense
Absolute brevity counts
deviating exactly from
gargantuan hemispheres
including juxtaposed
kaleidoscopic lessons
maneuvering nicely opposing
political quintessence
righteously surrendered,
tendered under
vociferous wanton
xenophobic youthful
zealots.
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