Age

Age
Well, that’s a curious one,
Everyone ponders it
Under the sun,
How long will I live
Upon this earthly stage?
Did I live before
During some golden age?

You could try a crystal ball
And speak to a spirit,
Although, you can never be sure
Did they really hear it,
Your specific spoken question
Maybe there was a loud horn,
And the next thing you know
That spirit is channeling porn!

It might just be better
That you stop worry’in,
Pay attention to the little ones
Like mice, they are scurry’in,
All over your house
When they come to visit,
You will forget about your age
No one will ask, what is it?

 

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Tenterhooks

Tenterhooks
I never encountered before,
Though I surely did read about
Them, in some old book at the store,
A tale of suspense
Something mysterious regarding love,
Should the protagonist make a move?
Or would he need a little shove.

That is the realm of uncertainty
Where doth the protagonist lean?
After all, he represents each one of us
Unencountered, or never unseen,
Which, in of itself is confusing
The negative posing as known,
With the tenterhooks grabbing some flesh
Dear protag discovers he is overthrown.

 

Patina

Patina
It’s just a part of aging,
How weathered the thing
How common the raging,
These are the influences
Affecting Bob and Gina,
Emotions and responses
Develop the patina.

 

Relocate

Relocate
Well, that’s just the thing,
It all depends on
What I did bring,
To the party, the game
Or simply the get together,
That will determine how easily
I can relocate,
In any kind of weather.

 

Gorge

Gorge……….
Well, I couldn’t resist,
It had been two months
Since I had been kissed,
I could have sworn that
She came on to me,
Although she immediately
Told me to jump out of a tree.

Mixed messages
Are often the cause,
That get women
To bare their claws,
And she went on to say
That clearly, I had missed,
Her very clear communication;
She didn’t want to be kissed.

To defend myself
I told the jury, she was so pretty,
And I’m just a simple guy
Like Walter Mitty,
And Bobs yer uncle
I’m just a fella named George,
On the rare chance that I can get a kiss
All I can think of, is Gorge.

 

Burning Hot

Burning for you in Sacramento
On September second,
When that fiery demon in the corner
Stretched out his hand and beckoned,
Persuading with words
That sounded so enticing,
I’ll show you where the ice cold beer is
Without mentioning his pricing.

But, Dark Lord, I said
Is this not already Hell?
The forests are all burning
I breathe that pungent smell,
The animals run amok
The people act as though they are crazy,
If you can’t top our human performance
Old man, you’re getting lazy.

Beelzebub and brother Baal
You two, are hopelessly late,
Over here on Earth
We are filled with fire and hate,
You might as well retire
And rest on your laurels,
Our leaders have already denounced
Common sense and morals.

So pondering it all
On the hot streets of Sacramento,
Hell has already arrived
Praise the Lord and Dr. Demento.

Canine Captivity

Folks brag about their dogs
Their character and bravery,
But I propose that ownership
Amounts to abject slavery,
Dog is bound
By leash and by fence,
And if that isn’t slavery
Explain it to me, hence.

Owner might state
Well, my dog, he protects,
And then he cuts off the jewels
Denying dog to have sex,
And less likely to roam
Or be acting aggressive,
Slavery disguised
Profoundly oppressive.