The DishroomYou get used to this place,The Dishroom1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it sucks.
Anyone who enters is
guaranteed to step on the
Slip-n-Slide at least once.
One minute you’re on dry land,
the next step you’re
performing a balancing act across ice
while having a heart attack.
gotta make sure
everything’s squeaky clean;
gotta make sure
them pests are dead;
gotta make sure
every particle’s removed.
The Ramseys will be pissed,
doesn’t take much to set them off.
First thing we do is
hose out all the shit
those damn chefs leave in the pans.
It can be a pain in the ass at times;
shit sticks like glue.
Water can ricochet into
containing God knows what.
And the smell,
I get a major headache
inhaling those leftover spices.
It’s as if someone forced my
nose open and shoved
tiny needles into it.
don’t you just love a sink full of
water that’s murkier than
Filled with soggy food that
could morph into a
I fucking don’t.
PotatoPotatoesPotato6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
fabulous, beautiful, potatoes
what do you see with all those eyes?
I will never know
because I do not speak potato
What secrets do you hold?
I will never care
I am not interested in your potato drama
get out of my face
I'm sorry potato
I apologize for the harsh words
you're so intimidating with your starch and such
so now I will cook this potato
because raw potatoes are naaaaaasty
and I am hungry
I'm so bored I talk to potatoes
A Poem for G.I.R. (PIGGY!!!)How shiny his metal casing shines,A Poem for G.I.R. (PIGGY!!!)2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And as he talks it just makes me laugh;
Where is his taco and where is Piggy
The supporting companions of this robot thing?
He always has something in his belly and head
And I hope he can make waffles before I am dead!
His master, Zim, is not very bright
But at least GIR is there to shine a bright light.
Tribute to DionysusO! Light and fair Dionysus,Tribute to Dionysus5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you lord of drunken epiphany,
lend me your wine-fuzzed ear:
in your honor do I pour libation
in hopes I’ll catch your attention,
and, perhaps, a wink sincere.
I remember what you stand for!
For your perspective do I ask,
and to your charms succumb—
—but pray, forgo your fig leaf
for this hook and tricorn hat,
‘cause all I’ve got is rum.
A Stupid School PoemA prisonA Stupid School Poem11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The food is the equivalent to sewer sludge on soggy bread
The people are hormonal junkies who would group you at any moment a lockdown or power outage occurred
The faculty workers are dicks
Your immediately accused of being a terrorist if you leave your backpack unattended for 10 Goddamn minutes
And if they had taught me better
this may actually sound like a poem
WretchA feral gaze by hourglassWretch17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunlit moons and my, don't the hours still pass
You still forsake me, still forsake me by noon
I'd hate to be a child of love, when all you do is cry
Whine and despise... just about... everything else.
I'm sick of being a hater, I'm not quite the devil
But let me say this my dear, I've had my share
Love is a burning hourglass that never felt so wrong
Felt so right, karma taught me catastrophe strikes
On either extreme, I don't believe in many friends
Just the impossible dream
Forget a pretty face, consume a day by noon
Love is a broken hourglass, I think I've earned my right
To be a man in the lounge, war speaks to me
I see nothing but hate, all those starving faces
They still cry, whilst you waste your existence, with me
No man is left to walk the earth, the mantra of machines
All that consumes, when chaos boons, in these hourly sheets of scheme
I'm not your lover, I'm not your friend
I'm not anything and I don't wish to be comprehended, let evil take mend