Old knuckles doth shake
the hearty shark of browsers,
And the grey rat of bummer,
A loose goose is like
a spite of trousers,
Without a tiny summer.
Against a yellow cat,
There once with a brief mat.
A sleek puppet chosen,
Do not stand at the
creepy fella and christen,
He was ambrosian,
On the moat is a
place where I listen.
Who is that dawning
like a human?
Look at the naked,
new noose of shiny preachers,
But a brunette frill
shoots with the cumin,
Those wet features.
i am a caregiver,
someone who cares about u?
i dont care about your
age, sex, or race,
the drooliest would
judge you, by your face.
i had cried wishing
that your dreams are
all beautiful
in are own way
i'm all alone in
a blender watch it spin
round like a kitten over
fields of white falling
like a bad day
the light of the sea.
please, dad oh please!
one day to be 4-gotten
it's me again...
don't kiss a guy
without adult supervision.
i didn't then i am like silk
put our thoughts too hard for
anyone else to think.
i wander from demention
to demention,
from world to world,
and find nothing
but an eerie
silence a
river of blood
still flowing
trickling down the
street across the snow.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola
{Feb.2016}
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