Poems

Jesus rides a polar bear
whos name i do not dare to share
The escalator withered and wasted
and the growing line up is something we've all tasted

Turn down the loud sound controlling the background
Or at least be at peace with the scream to be found
Touch this toucher and be grabbed by the thief
Steal from his hoard and be creeped by the peeps

Say Uncle! Say Uncle! I do not give in
The mind is the place that pain lives in
I push the hurt out the door
I've had enough, no more no more

A stab in the slacks is what i recieved
A near miss, I was cut i believed
No where in sight was there anything light
Just the green queen of the boxing match fight