Incurable

He was bored to the bone

Never picked up his phone

Said he would talk to nobody

Plug out the speakers of your party

He was bored to the bone

Lazy hours went by too soon

Got up and on a long holiday

Big Daddy’s credit card could pay

There was silence in the crowds

His ears bursting inside out

New language hit the town

The world got upside down

He’s a wasted, lazy log

He ain’t got no paying job

Mama’s searching a rich doll

Happy to marry her slob

He was bored to the bone

Did nothing but whine and groan

Youth is wasted on the young

A case of philosophers’ syndrome

21

To My Dear Terrible Fellow Humans!

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This is a hate speech; an incredible non-sense

The ugly fat man’s mustache curls on ends 

Sun got blinded by the dancing stars

How I would love to scratch your scars

The lamp with hanging moon burns hot

May I suggest you pick your snot?

The snails go climbing on flowers’ stems

I don’t like people with falling pants

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You could read my mind,

in a blink of an eye.

Oh my treasured friend,

what blessing to have you by.

I knew you once,

I knew you so well.

 

And then a queer moment of delusion.

We solemnly parted, without goodbye.

Your resolute indifference, my becoming blase’,

which was worse? I could never decide.

Suns kept setting, with no regrets.

Your reminiscence too, a tale gone by.

 

On Wednesday last,

I saw this lad.

With a cheerful smile,

he had nodded his head.

‘Who are you?

Have we ever met?’

 

Once upon a dream!

           the one

If only I could ever say it right,

the things I saw when all was quiet.

Beyond that hill, where the wind is still,

the stars above were not a distant sight.

I flee this town, I break all bounds,

I got my wings, I took my flight.

And so it was, yet so it wasn’t,

I was lost, the roads looked brazen.

My head was high, my spirit young,

they verily called me foolish, impudent.

 

That fair haired child had bled his knee,

was playing with straws, when he fell on rocks.

In the narrow streets and tall houses,

a big fat girl makes meaty sandwiches.

Three old men, sitting on a bench,

bald and grey, they said, “hey”.

A bunch of boys thumped tables, their fists high,

I don’t know why they had to shout,

but all of them were pretty loud.

 

I sailed the tides, high and low,

I played with the winds, warm and cold.

I went up the mountain, rough and steep,

and saw the valley, quiet in its sleep.

 

Once upon a dream, once upon a night,

I had my wings, I took my flight…..