If you believe the conspiracies
They’re poisoning our water,
Experimenting with vaccines,
And making brunettes hotter.
But if you would destroy the world
(Or just keep it from thriving)
Is make us always feel the way
We do when we are driving.
Tag Archives: Anger
I Sorta Want To Kill You Or Something, Maybe
He was a timid sort of man
Who did things halfway
As was evidenced by
One very bad day.
He was on the sidewalk
In his new suit and tie
When a puddle was flung
By a car passing by.
Well, the timid man’s temper
Got hotter and hotter.
He had murder in mind,
But settled for manslaughter.
Filed under Poems
Substitute Sky
The blue sky was angry,
Perturbed and upset,
But black stormy clouds
The sky could not get.
They had all been reserved
For another date,
So the sky, though enraged,
Just had to wait.
It made gentle breezes
And bright, sunny beams;
Poor substitutes
For the sky’s mental screams.
Now very impatient,
Worn out and bereft,
All weather was halted
When the sky up and left.
Today it is rainy,
But I beg you, don’t cry:
It’s just the temp work
Of a substitute sky.
Filed under Poems
The Daily Travesty 