Swing that ass! Betsy
How do you expect to attract that male bull Walter
I didn't pitch all that hay for nothing
Twerk a bit, do something
We can't let this opportunity slide by
Look at them hips and thighs
If word got out
My name won't hold any clout
Now is not the time to play it safe
We need babies to fill up this place
With your shiny coat and clean huffs
You are not foul , you look like a princess
Or even like a doll!
Don't worry about Walter balls
Those are not the parts we want to work with
Just focus on getting him in you stall
Honey put on your glasses
You know you can't see
Because that is Walter and not Betsy
Why So Serious?
Said the man with beef between his teeth
So I avoided his nose and looked to his feet
Oh No! what are those!!
His toes looks like retired crows
With missing feathers and shit
If it was an endangered species it might have been lit
So I elevated my gaze up to his waist
Wait, is that toothpaste?
How did it get from his face to that space?
Do I want to know?
Hell to the no!
In the end I decided to look at the top of his head
Really is that a fly? Is it dead!?
Man I an done
I am going to laugh instead.
You and I
I am hurt
Do you see it on my face
Or can you feel it when you enter into my space
You speak about my personal bubble
That it is making me a cripple
But was I whole when I entered here
Or are you still viewing me from the rear
Everyone has an opinion
Do this it worked for him
Do that it worked for her
I have a cousin
I have an aunt
Can my feelings be transferred in and out of me like a plant
You say that you are trying to help
Then stop treating me as a whelp
And who asked you anyways
It is because of your help my emotional state is in constant decay
But you won’t see
Because you are doing it to me
Telling others that we are happy
When you love stinks like a baby’s nappy
I am hurt
Do you see it on my face
Please take your time
Because all that awaits you is space.
Hello my pen name is FreshwaterFish
I am not a dish
But I can tell you this
Prose ain’t no swish swish b#%?!
I am not a daily visitor of Prose
That said these are the names that I chose
Finder and Misplaced_Pen
In Finder you will definitely find something
That gives you a zing
The eyes don’t see it but
The brain keeps going ding ding ding
Well in Misplaced_Pen
Welcome to the lions’ den
You don’t know what you will find
A bar ,a rhyme or just grime
So readers viewers whomever you are
I am FreshwaterFish
And my pen is my shooting star.
In the society we are living in
Nothing wrong is considered to be a sin
We are trying to normalize everything
So where do we draw the line for wrong and right?
Perhaps when someone gets injured in a fight ?
Or that person does not live to see the next morning light?
It might be entertaining when we are filming
But when does our moral compass kick in
So where do we draw the line for right and wrong?
Do we need to hear it in another bad love song?
Or perhaps on breaking news
Where they can only find the victims shoes
How do we choose
When to stop
And When to go
Is there a button?
We all need to know
Since when getting hit is being loved
And shouting profanity at someone is getting the problem solved
Or cheating on your partner is the only resolve
Then out the mouth is I Love You
When there is no response, why are we getting mad?
The other person has feelings too
Then again, some of us were taught we have to stick it out
Because that is what love is all about
Never knew love to be bitter and run red
With marks and bruises to the head and to the legs
When we watch the movies we are entertained
But in real life who are we entertaining?
We have nothing to gain
Going through this meaningless pain
If we knew what love is
I highly doubt we would be taking our cues from showbiz.
Run It Back
You know what they say....
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
But, the dentist comes out to play
Play on your gums
Like a drummer shredding the drum
So when the apple gets snared in your teeth
The flossing and drilling will make you kick your feet
No one will be saying, yo bro that's sweet
When the cavity can't handle any more treats
The toothache will hit you like a bus
Then you'll remember in God you trust
So run it back
An apple a day
Keeps the doctor away
Your IQ or your EQ ?
Which one will you use today.
Where To Start
It is said that the chicken came before the egg
But for this topic I don't know where to start
So I'll start here instead
What do we teach our children
At home and at school
Is there any substance in their educational learning
Or are we too busy trying to make them fit in and be cool
Are our homes broken?
Do we live behind white picket fence?
Or are we busy playing happy family
Leaving the children ignorant and dense
In this social world where everything looks glamorous and free
These are the tricks of the media and the TV
Who doesn't want to be a Cardi B or a Nicki Minaj
But the road to their success story is like a mirage
No one digs deep in these back stories, that's too much trouble
Get rich quick or die trying like 50 Cents that's the best hustle
We know the world we live in
There is a lot of racism and nepotism
There is a saying that Black don't crack
Well let me answer that
Black does crack when their communities don't work together
Black does crack when there are not enough resources for one other
Black does crack when the education system is whack
Same dusty old equipments using in the classrooms from 1900's way way back
Black does crack when one parent is in the home
What are they going to teach their child when they are still a child of their own
Black does crack when the system is none existing
It's on paper but there is no implementing
Black does crack when they are the minority but gets blamed as the majority
Black does crack when nothing is explained, but they are the first to get blamed
So the question was; 1000 black lives a day are aborted - did they matter?
When Black cracks it usually runs red
Red blood, leading to another one dead
1000 black lives a day are aborted,
This was a crack that took way too long to be reported
Did they matter?
Yes it did
No one wants to be scraped on the inside to kill a kid.
So where to start?
I really don't know
Where Are The Pigs?
Millipede millipede, let me in!
Not by the hair on my very thick skin.
Then I will crawl, and I will scrawl, all over your face
I'll make your beauty mark look like a disgrace.
I am a millipede not a French bulldog.
I have an a hard exoskeleton and I live under a log.
You ugly bird need to know your place
You don't know what I am but want to place me on your dinner plate!
Wait until I caught you millipede then you will know who I am
I am not a Dr Seus !
And I am not your green eggs and ham!
Look man, just scram, get out of here.
I guest you didn't see that chicken hawk swooping near.
Then let me in!
Do I look like I have a chin?
There is a Great Book that has many authors and multiple genres
Sometimes you get the plot wrong but there is alway another story to explain that plot.
It has never been proven wrong. Rewritten yes , misinterpreted yes. Burnt yes. Use as a tool to mislead, monopolies and kill people yes.This Great Book is called the Bible.
That being said.....
When a mother gets pregnant she Hopes that she can have a full term pregnancy
So she put her Faith in............?
She Wish that the child looks like .............?
She Dreams of a bright ............? for her child
And her Goals are to make sure they get ahead in ...........?
When a male lover, upon hearing the news of spouse pregnancy
He Hopes that his spouse does not have any complications during or after the pregnancy
Dreams of more........?
Wishes the child takes after ............?
Goals, hopes that his child marries the one they........?
Not everything can be seen in the world eg. the air we breathe. But because we use it and it carries out a function for our lungs and different parts of our body. We know that it is there. Can we see it? No. Is it there yes. So by Faith we breathe, we Hope the air keeps us alive, we Wish we can be it and our Goal is never to lose it.