(2014)
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
