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Population Control

Have you ever stopped to think about disease

The way it works in such mysterious ways

Attacking all

at random

without one word

I’ve thought this over many a time

And it seems to me a reasonable answer

What if the gods above do not approve

Of the shenanigans that’s been going on around these parts

Mother nature is tired of the way we treat her

So she strikes

one by one

Keeping us all on our toes

So wouldn’t it be

funny, wild, strange

If all of these diseases

Incurable indeed

Simply

Our world’s way

Of getting rid of us

Tormenting each

The Sick, the family, the friends

As we have tormented her

Everything that she loves most

Her earth

Her prized gift to us

“Our World”

And in her defense

Its simply population control

Ode to My Velvet Red Robe

I asked for one thing for my birthday

Make it two

A fancy party

And a velvet red robe

Marti didn’t disappoint

Who am I kidding

She never does

Folded mindlessly

On an old velvet green love seat

Lay my velvet red robe

With golden touches of flowers

On the bottom, collar, and cufflings

Slipped it on

As quick as can be

Buttoned the two buttons

Just around the neck

And tied her up nice

I looked at my reflection

Only to find

An emperor

Of some Asian democracy

He quickly transformed

Into none other then

Hugh Hefner himself

Surrounded by saucy big boobed bunnies

With cute little tails

I shook my head

In complete disbelief

And when Halloween

Came around

Not so long ago

A vampire emerged

Blood dripping down

From my sharp glued in teeth

I spooked em all

Screaming “Countess Dracula…

She’s so Spo0o0o0oky”

Whoever I may be

It’s the robe

That makes it

More than possible

To jump in disguise

As a ruler, a pimp, or a blood sucking whore

To be honest

I've really grown

to like them all