More on the Topic of Dirty Poems

I may be the only one here
Who doesn’t sneer or jeer,
Can bear the weight to hear
My dirty Poems, agreed most smutty.
I guess I find them highly funny!
It’s conditioning that serves to scare
Me from posting what I’d like to share
Only Here because
I don’t care about There.

SELF-SORRY DISAPPEARING INK

The Cyber-Jungle

SELF-SORRY DISAPPEARING INK

My written words just disappear,
They’re made invisible; fully clear.
They don’t stimulate or accelerate
Enjoyment or pleasure,
Making Trash of my Treasure
Mined from so much twisted pain
I can’t justify or explain away
My experience; it doesn’t stick or stay
Very sharp or close-to-heart,
It only spurs and serves to start
The non-Consuming-but-Refusing
Of the Many, plenty rhymes I make.

Old Mold Going Bad from Too Much Time Lost in Draft

NOT MUCH IN COMMON

The people I have the least in common with are the ones who have no sense of their own mortality.

They always think there’s a better time and place for everything, never realizing they could be dead in an hour.

This realization, once realized, can’t NOT alter one’s entire perspective on life – as well as death.

Sometimes I over-correct with Karaoke, but that’s all it is: Overcorrecting.

Like buying a cheap goldfish
to repopulate the waters of Nagasaki.

Does that mean I’m a zombie?
If so, watch out… because I’ll eat you!
I’m highly opportunistic; as hardy and resourceful as a cockroach!

How do you think I’ve Survived this entire time?

#Refined

#REFINED

I haven’t got the time to waste
On a hot body and a pretty face;
I want someone with time to waste
On Me and My Exquisite Taste.

HIGHLY EXCLUSIVE

I don’t mean to offend anyone, but I’m a Despiser of societal norms and observed patterns which confound.

I can’t understand the high Followed By: Follow Back ratios I see on ALL social media.

Does it help you prove you’re a Creator rather than a Follower?

And why is this so important? I simply don’t understand.

Someone please explain it to the Dinosaur who still lurks amongst us, but who surprisingly, still believes in a semblance of Reciprocity.

ME MATTERS

In most Matters Concerning ME:
If it’s occurred to YOU,
Then it’s occurred to ME,
And If it concerns YOU,
It matters not to ME.

In most Matters Concerning ME:
If it occurred to YOU,
Then it’s occurred to ME,
It presents concerningly
Thar You only see
Your Faults in Me.

In most Matters Concerning ME:
If it occurred to YOU,
Then it’s occurred to ME,
And for the life of Me,
You cannot see
Your flaws back,
Reflectingly.

HIDDEN MOTIVES

HIDDEN MOTIVES

I think the fact
You know my name
Shows your plays
To run The Game.

Surely numbers, too,
Are known by You
And then withheld
And Undisclosed:
This controls
The Info Flow.

How do I know These Things?
I do not know.
I just know
There’s NOTHING
I don’t know
When it comes
To what I know
About Motives:
1. Declared,
2. Unspoken, and
3. Unknown.

[Its ESP, or so I’m told].

Lying About My Age, “Mature”

LYING ABOUT MY AGE, “MATURE”

I don’t mind if you call me “sexually mature,”

But don’t you DARE call me mentally or emotionally mature!

I’ll have you know I am immature, shallow, and narcissistic.

You can’t believe a WORD I say, whether in agreement or to the contrary!

Be deceived, but DON’T take me for my word.

Not Much In Common: Am I Dead inside?

NOT MUCH IN COMMON

The people I have the least in common with are the ones who have no sense of their own mortality.

They always think there’s a better time and place for everything, never realizing they could be dead in an hour.

This realization, once realized, can’t NOT alter one’s entire perspective on life – as well as death.

Sometimes I over-correct with Karaoke, but that’s all it is: Overcorrecting.

Like buying a cheap goldfish
to repopulate the waters of Nagasaki.

Does that mean I’m a zombie?
If so, watch out… because I’ll eat you!
I’m highly opportunistic; as hardy and resourceful as a cockroach!

How do you think I’ve Survived this entire time?

More about Writing

Please don’t be alarmed by the tears! I once wrote that “I’m easily impressed by my traumas and regrets,” and I’m embarrassed to admit, I was crying after reading my own poems for the day. I THEN recorded this! I hope it elucidates the reason behind my own tears is nothing more than plain old pride❣️