A Kinder, Gentler Death (Repost)
I
If Death would only tickle
Our fears could ease a little
When he comes to your bed
Would it cause you more dread
If he carried a feather or sickle?
II
And if Death could give us a smile
Spread some cheer once in a while
He needn’t bring gifts
Though he could fill the wish
Of the poor man whose pain is a trial.
III
And finally, if Death would just vary
And sometimes be temporary
If he’d let us come back
Or send signs through the black
We’d find him more complimentiary.
Brutal Ditty
There once was a bitter, broken guy.
Whose jealousy would never run dry.
He snuffed out her life.
With a serrated knife.
So certain that she fed him a lie.
A couple gut punches to inspire
1.
The white sheet over the professor's face
wiped all her life's work without a trace.
I asked what she had done
the police pointed to the gun.
Oh how far she had fallen from God's grace!
2.
I gave the emaciated boy ham on rye
He took it with a tear in his eye.
After a single bite,
he gave up the fight.
And the rest became food for the flies.
final choice (super dark sorry lol)
the girl had a knife to her throat
alone, miles out on her boat
her mind was ablaze
with a choice to be made
will a hard bloodless body still float?
Gentle, Wise, Clever and
The girl weary over the length she had to trod,
paused, before the field of fresh sod.
“Hurry up,” called the reverend.
He was gentle, wise, clever and,
a murderer of God
The world beats and pushes and breaks
They snap you over and pull out the stakes
With dirt below and clouds overhead
The world on accident makes sure you're dead
But He'll pull you out and help you see
What the world around won't let you be
You can be inspiring intelligent and kind
You and He can have an unbreakable bind
If only you treat those around with love
He'll teach you what it's like above
God and the world are not the same
He's just and has grace and love unfeigned
He'll give you peace and a kinder heart
If only you ask and give a sincere part
Our father above can handle all things
As long as you let Him and give Him the reins
black hole limerick whence no whimsy emanates
There once was a blackened dictator,
a wannabe take-over-Stater.
The world waits in thrall
to dismay of all.
We'd oust this dream sooner than later.
Not your mom’s Limerick (whimsy is for pussies)
There once was a young Jill who got jacked.
The man took her cash to get crack.
She laid there on the ground,
With arms up and face down,
It turned out; piece of mind was what she'd never get back.
Dreamus Interruptus (reposted)
There once was a man named Ned
Who dreamt dirty dreams in his head
Of Shakira, Selena,
Beyoncé and Gwen:
Almost peaked, but fell out of bed.