Saturday, August 29, 2015

Stalker

My real name rhymes with zebra!
I'm stalking the Queen of Sweden

as we speak!



Saturday, August 22, 2015

Too Cute to Die

If you're ever about to be executed,
don't bother to beg your

ex-girlfriend to pay the exorbitant ransom!

She moved to Milan more than 25 years ago!
She won't even take your calls!



Friday, August 21, 2015

Sign

It looks like a sign to
warn children away from
unsafe drinking water!

They say it can sing like Milton Eisenhower!
It amuses the fawns!

Aren't they darlings?

It amuses the darling fawns!



Monday, August 17, 2015

Wild West

Are you in love with a horse
or are you more like naked?

Naked means naked!
Hanged means hanged!

A horse is horse!

A horse is a horse and a horse is naked!



Thursday, August 13, 2015

Birthday Surprise

We ran for the exits.
The exits ran away.

Why were we even running?
Where else did we want to be?

Then the trees ran away,
then the sky,

then the ducks ran away with the bunnies,
and none of them said goodbye!







Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Closer

Some people got love.
Some didn't.

Some people got hate.
Some didn't.

Some people say the world
sways like a cradle.

Some people say the world
sways like an earthquake.

Some people say the world sways like an earthquake
and we're closer to the end than the beginning.




Sunday, August 9, 2015

Week-end

It's the end of the world!
It's the end of the week!

Our sleek but
plus-size housekeeper pulses in her sleep!

Our God is a hockey puck!
Our world is a fluke!

It's the end of the war!
It's the end of the week!

Our sleek but
plus-size housekeeper pulses in her sleep!


Friday, August 7, 2015

In the Army of Cannibals

Did you really re-enlist in the
Army of Cannibals?

No, I never re-enlisted!

I was born in the
Army of Cannibals!

I will die in the
Army of Cannibals and in the

Army of Cannibals I will be
eaten.


Thursday, August 6, 2015

I Am My Selfie

We who pretend to be
pure of heart

We who pretend to be
selfless

I am my selfie
motherfuckers

I am my selfie
motherfuckers

We who pretend to be
pure of heart

We who pretend to be
selfless


Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Boomerang

Maybe I be famous for screaming-in-the-sanctuary!
Maybe I be famous for hurdy-blood-gurdy!
Maybe I be famous for murder-words-bum-udders!

(I can also throw a boomerang.)

Maybe I be famous for freak-you-out-Abigail!
Maybe I be famous for feed-you-to-my-pigs!
Maybe I be famous for fat-like-forget-you!

(I can also knit a sock.)