Princess Bling

Princess Bling craves fancy things
But not as much as diamond rings
Her platinum bands do luster pale
From rocks that awe like quarter-sized hail!

Princess Bling loves lots of ice
Give her some, she’ll treat ya nice
With hair flair streaks
—blonde high-lit stripes
Faint glitter-dust
‘Round winsome eyes

Rose sleeve tattoos prove she’s quite tough
And workouts keep the hot bod buff
Though if someone asks what she thinks of
(Beyond selfie ‘grams & who she fucks)
A deadpan gaze and challenged mind
Can’t conjure lines nor sound refined

She’ll protest and claim
You’re too hard on her
Just jealous
To not get some part of her…

Thus, herein lies
Her crux and fate
Not everyone’s dumb
Nor taken by fakes

 

Bar Stool Pigeons

Bar Stool Pigeons do not fly
They only get the runs
They’ll pace and squawk
Peck morning meal
Take cover from the sun

Bar Stool Pigeons flock together
Fight over biscuit crumbs
You seldom see one out alone
If so, that one is done

Their heads swivel ’round; bob up & down
Some turn on their sisters & brothers
Because once Bar Stool Pigeons lose their will
They spend life cursing the flight of others

They’ll look toward the sky (with envious eyes)
Then dismiss what they see as insane
Humans can’t understand what they say
And attribute this fact to bird brains

 

Muted Sirens

Ulysses stuffed both ears with wax
Stood up with body tied to mast
Muted Sirens floating past
Homeward to Penelope

To face a lot of drunken suitors
That bunch of pillaging fucked up losers
Who knew not what he had endured
While she remained his life’s reward

Through bloody war
Held captive plight
His missing piece each lonely night
Kept him determined to reach his goal:
A joyous reunion of two lost loving souls