BLESSED – ADDICTION – SALE,📰

“TV IS LIKE:” a poem. a.k.a.: “Bubbha Jones Lives Next Door, In Cell 13!” May 11, 2018 (Friday)

TV, like porn sites, can get you addicted,

You might stop work and then get evicted,

And-you’re-onto-The-Street, where there-are-new-addictions:

Street Walkers, FAST food, such health afflictions (?)

Which might land you in The Half-way Home,

Or a “health care facility,” A Pleasure Dome,

Where you can get addicted – to some fine pills,

That’ll “set you straight,” (pause) And-cure-all-your-ills!

AND – within a year or two, you’re “up and running,”

With-a-job, (with) vacations-to-Bermuda, where there’s lots of “sunning!”

THERE’S A PLACE FOR YOU, YOUR-NEW-WIFE-AND-PIGS,

AND POLITICAL CONNECTIONS! And, then, you rigs,

Your own elections! and, then, they catch,

You-and-stick-you-into-”Buddha’s-Booby-Hatch,”

A place where “they” hold you; I think it’s a jail,

It’s: BUBBA’S –

BLESSED – ADDICTION – SALE,

And He loves your “back;” he LOVES to impale,

SEXY BUBBA!-Open! Without fail –

DURING YOUR “FREE TIME,” YOU CAN WATCH TV,

AND VEGETATE – WITH ALL YOU SEE,

And, during commercials, Bubbha’ll-come-in,

And offer your something, for your addictive “sin,”

And, as you squeal, like a feral pig,

JUST LOOK TO HEAVEN! (’Cause Bubba’s-so-big),

And – thank The Lord for this addictive place,

And-for-being-a-part,

Of The Human Race!

fin. ❤

“PERCIVAL’S QUERY!” a poem. May 11, 2018 – FREYA Liveth!

He licked “the bloom,” both hard and long,

It’s Friday NOW – the taste’s still strong,

The smell of flowers, He loves so well,

And The Inscription:

“Straight from Hell!”

He looked again – it said: “From HEAVEN,

These were sent; it took eleven,

Blessed days, which were ‘hard fought,’

To get these bloomers – to-Lancelot.”

Lace-y Torquoise, from Guinevere,

SAVORY “BLOOMS;” PLEASE DON’T FEAR!

He thrust again – Good Lance, He sought,

Comfort-in-Torquoise, quite a lot,

Another taste of fragrant wine,

And, with each thrust: “YES! Thou art mine!”

He licked them long and hard all day,

INTOXICATED, I would say!

He finally came (long pause)

To give his men,

Some days of “notice;” I think ‘twas TEN!

“I’ve GOT to go to Camelot,”

Said our Dear Lance; “My LOVE, I’ve got,

A date with Her; I can NOT tarry,

IF she were FREE, you know I’d marry,

Her-in-a-second – or even shorter!”

So (pause) with-armor-and-shield-”in-hand,” The Porter,

said: “GOOD MASTER, IS LOVE SO GRANDE?”

Lance said:

[“PERCY, if all the sand,

Were turned to gold and diamond tears,

And offered me for Guinevere’s –

SINGLE TOUCH, “ I’d take her hand /

For that one touch!”

AND-HE-LEFT-HIS-LAND!

fin. ❤

“WITH A LITTLE CHOCOLATE YOU CAN GET THROUGH ANYTHING!” a poem. a.k.a.: “Anyone Who Has Faith In Me Is A Sucker! Response: You’d Better Leave Now; I Think I’m Falling In Love With You!” May 11, 2018 (F)

My girl’s got:

BLONDE HAIR,

BLUE EYES,

And A TAN!

I AM – the luckiest, luckiest man!

She’s quite a dish,

She smells good and such,

She likes to cuddle and smooch and touch,

She’s tight, yet voluminous, where it REALLY makes sense,

My eyeballs roll back, when she heaves her immense,

B – – – – – s – right-at-me, and says: “Have a sip –

(Of) ambrosia nectar, from-each-massive-tip!.”

I get all hydrated; my head’s in “a spin,”

And then (pause), She tells me: “Why-not-come-in?

But, HONEY-before you-engage-in-such-stuff,

Know that I’m Black, and you’ll ne’er have enough,

CHOCOLATE!

My flavor-

It-can-get-you-right-through,

ANYTHING, Honey; I wouldn’t lie to you!”

And so I imbibed; yes, I drank all I could!

I lost my whole mind; I’d hoped that I would,

AND, THEN’S WHEN-THE ATOMIC DESTRUCTION ENSUED; I DIDN’T MUCH CARE – I HAD – ETERNAL FOOD – FROM MY WOMAN OR LADY, A-BLACK, ALIEN BEING –

SHE IS THE BEST “SOMETHING” THAT I’VE EVER SEEN!

fin. ❤

“BESAME MUCHO!” a poem. Friday – May 11, 2018.

“You’re the meanest person I’ve ever met; I hope you die real soon!”

And, then, he smiled – just like this and sent me to The Moon,

And, when I got there (pause) On the lunar surface (pause)

He-was-there-and-kissed-me-long, WITH-A-NIFTY-PURPOSE?!

“Oh, what’s The Purpose?” I jumped for joy!*-and-grabbed-him-’round-the-shoulders!

“We’re gonna teach The World to KISS, so they’ll-be-a-bunch-of-HOLDERS,

“Cause, I-think-they’ve-lost-’the knack’-

To-sip-and-drink-saliva,

So, OUR JOB? –

Get-them-back, And-remember-Sweet-GODIVA!

But, to do it, we’ll (need to) practice – Practice-practice-HARD;

I just LO-O-O-VE your lips and face – and to penetrate your guard!!”

fin. ❤

    • on The Moon, you can jump really high! 🙂

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