Poetry Potpourri 4: Safe Space, Twistin’ Twit, etc.

SAFE SPACE

Social media spits on free speech.
Oh. But I know it means your identity.
Your ego.
Free feels, stupid.
Stick with it.
Let ’em shove their hands down your pants,
slave.
Be safe and sane.
Sure you have a place,

safe.

Artists rejoice! A rewarding career awaits in Washington state.

BMX_aloft_and_Space_Needle_04

REGRADE DEGRADE
Hopping on the bus to the U-District
on the weekends.
Hearing and buying records, LPs mostly.
Do you know the real Seattle, punk?
Make my day.
Getting ripped off buying weed
on the street.
Good time, rent cheap.
Belltown was the Regrade.
Do you remember those days,
punk?

Seattle

TWISTIN’ TWIT
What’s the game same lame?
Where lies blame? Why?
You and I. Cry.
Die.
Or fly.
Liars lie.
Eat my tie.

I’m here to help, not hurt.
Hell herd shirt.

Sweet BBQ sauce creamed with the sharp tang of pickles.
Ketchup?

Not everything is hoaxed.

Dodging the reaper,

plowing ahead.

Chess.
Life.
Empress or Emperor?
Who is deadlier?

EMPRESS

DUEL

What would you say to a duel?
Now ain’t the same as the 18th century,
fool, tool. Duel.

Tomorrow morning at sunrise,
I’ll pm you the location.
Swords or pistols,
choose.

Image sources:

Pixabay

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