SageTree

There once was a spammer from 'Africa'
They tried so hard
And I laugh.
Keep coming to see this thread
Even when their accounts dead.

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kitch

it must be the same dude, why else would they keep coming to this thread?

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toastedkat

I have no qualms about coming in last place. But my poem isn't about silence. It reads much like my fav author Ogden Nash. Please forgive, I've spent the last 20 years buried in humane volunteer work with shelters and a heavy background of people wanting you to take their problems.

I have no idea if this even qualifies, but I hope it gives ya'll a chuckle.



The Missed Fix

I once met a cat who was unaltered.
I grabbed for his butt, but I faltered.
All the rest of his type,
were neutered without hype,
but he escaped with his rocks of Gibraltar.

Even one of his kind,
in my most sterile mind,
leaves kittens to die in the wild.

A mother, it seems,
can breed in her dreams,
and give kittens life only to die.

I once met a cat who was unaltered.
I grabbed for his butt, but I faltered.
If you see him tonight,
remember their plight,
and his butt at the vet should be altered.

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Take a giant step out of your mind.
Taj Mahal

Mental

Doorway

Standing in this doorway one last time
I can see where I went wrong and what I need to find
We lived and loved as though we were one
Your name the last thing to roll of my scared and lonely tongue

I told you when we met, that I had never been alone
You smiled and laughed and promised me a home
Never did I see the fangs behind the rosy lips
How could I miss the powerful, deadly tips

Smile into the bright light of the night
Show me where I went wrong
Tell me why the we must wager this fight
Must it go on for so long, without so much as a singer for the song

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In the land of the Normal, I choose to be me.
In the land of the Confined, I choose to be free.
In the land of the Oppressed, I choose to to enlightened.
To those that understand I greet you hand to hand, for in this world, it is we few that choose to stand.
Welcome to the new world, where the inmates are free, and the world isn't as it used to be.
Welcome to the new life you will begin to live, free your mind and the rest will follow.

Mental

Keep or Keeper

Sit back and twist
In the eyes of the mist
Feel as life churns and burns
As your crumbling world turns

You told me once I was your path
I was your way out, you did the math
You never realized as we both fell deeper
I was in fact nothing more than your keeper

We knew the risks and were ready for the price
Never knowing, or fearing we were only the trapped mice
In this rigged game of bloody dice
Now smile at the sky as it fills full of rice

Sever the bond and remove the cage
Life comes in, boiling with rage
We thought we could escape
Never knowing that we only forced the hand of emotional rape

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In the land of the Normal, I choose to be me.
In the land of the Confined, I choose to be free.
In the land of the Oppressed, I choose to to enlightened.
To those that understand I greet you hand to hand, for in this world, it is we few that choose to stand.
Welcome to the new world, where the inmates are free, and the world isn't as it used to be.
Welcome to the new life you will begin to live, free your mind and the rest will follow.