BUNKER ME DOWN

With all the troubles in every town,

I think that I will dig on down,

I'll build a bunker,

There I'll hunker,

And, movie binge in my nightgown.

WONDROUS HUMANS

Humans are such wondrous things,

One of them paints while another one sings,

One makes love another, war,

One keeps the dart game score,

One grows food, another sells cheap rings.

BRAIN ROT REALITY

I'm not sure what are dreams or, not?

Are they what I remember or, what I forgot?

My reality is not all that clear,

I don't hold my thoughts very dear,

For I think half my brain has a rot.

GRIMM'S FAIRY TALES OF TIRES

I rue the day I knocked over that bucket of nails,

Now, when I drive my car each tire impales,

The nails spilled in my garage,

But, down my driveway they must still lodge,

Four flat tires everyday are like Grimm's Fairy Tales. 

DISTURBING PEEBLES

There were sharp pebbles on my kitchen floor,

My barefoot counted them to be four,

Oh, what severe, dire pain,

Disturbed my soft a.m. brain,

While I smacked my head into the door.

TWITTER TWIT PARTY

I wonder if there will ever be,

A bigger Twitter twit than me,

I tweet happy and I tweet woe,

I tweet on stuff when I don't know,

I want to join in the tweet party.

A COFFEE CAN SAVES BIG BUCKS AND HELPS FEED LITTLE ONES

Of me, my family was no fan, 

My ashes were put in a coffee can,

And the worms my family picked up,

Upon my ashes they'd sup,

I was made to feel less than human.

NEW LAKESIDE CONSTRUCTION

I remember playing in the sand,

On the beach next to dry land,

 I found it a thrill,

Building a castle sandhill,

While I listened to the camp, summer band.

WHY I LOVE ARTS AND CRAFTS

I now have an excuse not to house clean,

I'm doing the arts and crafting scene,

If it looks and smells rough,

It's covered with boxes and stuff,

Like fluff to cover space inbetween.

SKY-EYE SEARCHING FOR A LONE SUNRAY

I found something special had come this dawn,

My Michigan summer had come and gone,

For near halfway through the month of May,

I awoke to face a snow filled day,

So, sheltered inside I will surely stay,

Sky-eye searching for a lone sunray.

THE DESPERATE DOLLAR DAYS

There are no jobs when no one's buying,

I have no income but, I'm trying,

I pick old masks out of the trash,

I then recycle them for cash,

So far so good; I'm not yet dying.

SORRY MA, IT'S SNOWING

Oh great polar vortex that comes in May,

That shuts down beach fun and ends spring play,

The cold has had a long run,

Why can't winter be done?

Instead, we're getting a wet, heavy snow Mother's Day.

THE FLOWER MOON

The rise of the flower moon,

This moon rises none too soon,

Why waste a day,

In early May,

Without lilac scent by noon.

TOES FOR A TEE

I was bit by a poisonous bee,

I saw the doctor in the next door county,

The bee bit me on the nose,

The doc chopped off my toes,

He complained I made him late for his tee.

RECORD WINDCHILL BUT, I'LL GET TO WORK?

The windchill is record bitter but, I need my job,

So, I started driving to work like a work needy slob,

Then, three miles from work,

My car died like a jerk,

And, I was hit by a road grader named Bob.

MY STOLEN LUCK

I've really bad some awful luck,

Someone stole my hockey puck,

Someone stole my hockey stick,

And, my writing pen, brand Bic,

They even stole my red toy truck.

MULTIPLE STREAMS OF INCOME

My friend lives on a little trust,
He delivers papers because he must
And, burgers he flips,
For cigarettes and tips,
He walks because his car died of rust. 

JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE STENCH

From the internet I learned that the world is flat,

And, if I dig down a few feet a new place I'll be at,

So, towards Hawaii went my hole,

I dug fast like a mole,

Found my septic and drowned in that vat.  

IT ROASTS UPON MY STICK

The carcass cracks and pops as it roasts upon my stick,

I'm not sure what I'll be eating, I found it after it was hit,

Oh, it's my lucky day,

I'm gonna eat without no pay,

After I've eaten I'll go sleep a bit.

I'LL HAVE A BIG SHINY SUN

There is nothing better than a big shinny sun,

It should shine in the morning til all fun is done,

The night can have clouds,

With raindrop big crowds,

And thunderstorms, I vote for none.

DON'T BUY CHIPS FROM A GHOST

I bought potato chips but, they were all mold

I read that in 2012 they should have been sold,

I went back to the store,

But, the store was no more,
It was abandoned in 2010 I was told.

BITING THE GREEN THING

Just because something is green does not mean it tastes good,

Sometimes that something green is metal, rock or wood,

So, don't bite down with teeth,

They may break off down beneath,

Make sure the green thing is soft, you should.