Ruffled feathers

Sorry I make you feel so uncomfortable

My utter presence is so disturbing to you

Not only can you tell by your face

But by your body’s tension

But I am not really sorry

That I get your panties all in a bunch

I could be wrong but I have a hunch

That I drive you insane

Is it because I am what you want to be

You think I’m lesser a being than you

Whatever it is I could care less

The fact that I make you that upset

Is kinda funny

And I sorta enjoy it

Let me keep coming in the room

I’ll be your distraction

Because with me around you are rendered helpless

So uncomfortable you must leave

And your bitchy comments won’t be ignored

Because those nasty comments

Your gonna have to eat someday

And when that day comes I yell HOORAY


I will get the last laugh

B**** make sure you don’t choke


Queen of Nothing

You think you are so great don’t you

Better than me

Better than them

You think your are a queen

But let me tell you something you are not

A queen has grace

You have none

A queen is a good leader

You don’t lead

If you were so great you wouldn’t have to tell everyone

Because they would simply see

You are the Queen of nothing

You could be great perhaps if you were more humble

If you would stop holding your head up so high

And looking down on others

You are Queen of yourself

But if you were a queen you’d be overthrown

By all the people you look down on

You wouldn’t be around long

So enjoy it while you can

You are good but not great

And compared to the best you are mediocre

Queen of nothing

Assume your throne

Fake your greatness

Of the unknown

Acting snotty

Big ole’ Ego

Inflated self worth

Prepare yourself because I am coming for you

That thrown you’ve built of stones

Is about to come down

Good day to the wanna be who will never be

Anything other than an afterthought

Once I get crowned



R.I.P. Love


R.I.P. Love

Our love is like a carnival

It goes up and down

Round and round

Fast and slow

The reason we are still together no one knows

Not even you

Not even me

We hate one another can’t you see

We never were meant to be

I’m maudlin

About our love that we once had

Don’t know where we went wrong

Or stopped loving one another

When the ride became miserable

We had our good times but definitely the bad outweighed those few good times

A few too little

Our love has whittled entirely away

Only remnants of a good time

And residue love left behind

Just like a carnival so many people came to see

People hoped that we’d do well

People hoped that we would fail

You invited others to come inside our tent

I tried to turn a blind eye to it

The others who kept your company

I wasn’t your only

Not sure I ever have been

It is my fault some of the things because I allowed it accepted it or ignored

I am hurt because I allowed you too

You lie you cheat

You only care about you

Your heart does not beat for me

It’s so hard to admit defeat

This Carnival is done

Actually it’s been for quite a while

Operating at a loss

Never being able to afford the cost

Out of business reads the sign

I’m happy I’m also reminiscing

Wishing that I could have saved it

But in the end it takes two

Not just one

We’re done

This carnival can no longer run

At the bottom of the glass



A girl with class

A girl with ass

A girl no one knows

A line of hoes

Wearing scantily clad clothes

A man with money

A man who’s funny

A staggering drunk

A religious monk

A girl dancing like she’s got the funk

The chatty bunch

The catty bunch

The old man with a hunch

Of who just might be stealing his lunch

A miserable old widow

Sitting by the window

Waiting for her husband to show

A widower

A Fiddler

A sneaky little meddler

A man who serves them all strong drinks

Smiles and laughs with them and winks

Because he knows at the bottom of the glass

They are all the same

Drunken idiots who drink drinks fast

Sitting at bar for hours on their ass

Sharing the same stories as they did in the past

At the bottom of the glass

No matter what

Who or where they come from

At the bottom of the glass

They are all the same

Playing the stupidest end game





This is a poem I wrote years ago:

My Love


Come back to me my love

You’ve drifted so far away

How long shall I sit and wait

Sleepless Nights

And thought

And thoughts of you lost forever

How I long to have you back

Back in my arms

Back in my heart

That place you filled

I fear is forever lost

It will be empty

A sorrow heart

Missing a piece

That ran away

I try my hardest to make you stay

But ultimately it’s your decision

I try to understand why there’s this division

Between you and I

Why must our love die

That place I once filled in your heart

That place I felt that I belonged

That place I felt was mine and only mine

Has been taken from me

I’ve been uprooted

And replaced

By another my fallen grace

It makes me sad

But you don’t realize

And I can’t make you

Open up your eyes

That passion that once engorged them

No longer exists

My love withdrawals

Are causing me

To have a classic case of the fits

Although you hurt me

I continue to stay

Playing this tug of war as my emotions sway

Deep down in my heart

I know the truth

It hurts

But that’s real

I know truly how you feel

So this is goodbye

Because I cannot wait

The pain

The pain

Will go away

I just have to let go

And stay astray

They say it’s better to have loved and lost

Then never to have loved at all

I feel neither’s better

Since both ultimately are love’s lost cause