Writing
Reading
Staying calm
On the inside,
Slight retreating
See my needing
To kinda hide,
My soul needs feeding
The proverbial kneeling
Stop the social bleeding
Overwhelmed with feeling
Gonna keep on healing
In my own manner
By my bedside.

I’ve given up rimming for lent,
Being careful where my tongue has went,
Whenever I get my sack off,
I wash my hands first then jack off,
And right now I’m pretty much spent!

We’ve all been practicing,
This social distancing thing,
For many a year now.
They said we’d forgotten how,
To be social face to face,
It was a tragedy, and disgrace.
Little did we know how,
Much in handy now,
Our anti-social tendencies are,
Be my friend, but from afar.
I’m not just a curmudgeon,
I’m saving both of us from contagion.

I’ve got an anus,
That’s utterly famous,
Or infamous,
Whichever’s not worse,
It’s very impressive,
And rather deceptive,
Just like Hermione’s purse,
It can hold 200 spells,
3 caves, and some wells,
6 blessings and a serious curse,
There’s a full-length mirror,
Though it’s foggy, not clearer,
And even room for a short bus!

Quid pro quo
Quid pro quo
One a penny
Two a penny
Quid pro quo
If you don’t do the dance
Then you don’t get the dough
One a penny
Two a penny
Quid pro quo

I had myself a thought today,
That my mother,
In her own sweet way,
Could set our world aright,
Save the grace from which we fall,
The internet, comment sections,
Politicians, nasty elections,
Each likewise blight,
Could heed her siren call,
No drama, fight, or fuss,
Just what she hammered home with us,
If you’ve naught nice to say,
Then say nothing at all.

Leonard waited for a miracle,
Something divine to see him through,
Now it’s miracle, or apocalypse,
Either one will do,
I feel a sense
Of ambivalence,
Not sure I care, if we make it through,
In these times of confusion,
I just need a conclusion,
A miracle, or the apocalypse,
Either one will do.

A world that’s on the brink,
Well we’ve seen that before,
Still somehow I think,
Right now the stakes are something more,
Potential cataclysm,
Right down to the planet’s core,
Our own narcissim,
Blinds us from what lies in store,

Glass half full, half empty,
This is what I’ve found,
Doesn’t matter which you see,
When there’s no one left around,
You can take your optimism,
Positivity abound,
See life through your prism,
Somehow you still will drown,

Sixteen year olds screaming,
”What the hell have you done?”
You’ve known that this was coming,
That there’d be nowhere left to run,
You’ve mortgaged off our future,
Traded it for Kingdom Come,
Now we’re desperate and unsure,
If there’s naught that can be done,

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It is the eve of Christmas eve,
The day before the day before,
Just after solstice, which I believe,
Is the season’s reason, more,
Than any type religious tripe,
This holiday is bound to bring,
For we all, whatever stripe,
Are standing even closer Spring.

the dark horse
the unexpected
parts of us remain neglected
people only see the surface
not the deeper stuff that serves us
well when we meet our new lovers
cast off material, moral covers
our drive comes from a different place
not comfortable with just one face
we know well what we’ve become
never show the whole to anyone
but bring the shadows to the light
in the midst of passion bright
reveal hedonistic forces
with the twist that makes us
two dark horses

I am a little cat.
I like to sleep,
On the doormat.
So I’m always ready,
Should the door be opened,
To go outside,
Or stay inside.
I am a little cat,
And I like to stare,
Out of the window,
While meowing,
Open this window!
It is imperative,
That the window be opened,
Forthwith, human!
So I can decide,
To go outside,
Or not go outside,
Or stay inside,
Or not stay inside,
Or decide,
To not decide,
To go outside,
Or stay inside.

In any case,
The window needs,
To stay open,
Until I decide,
To decide.