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P1188 Inverted hips

I think I've lost my mind 

I see inverted hips 

I'm manic with a laundry list 

Wild and wilder trips 

I may not be on earth 

When I have fancy thoughts 

They come out furious and fast

But they're all I've got

I really have merit, I think

But a poor and impoverished chef

I have hundred fools around 

With decibels to drive you deaf

No-good, rustic, lying idiots 

With a shoddy moral kit

Their mouths are lodged in their ass

Eating their own smelly shit

I hope they aren't infectious 

I'll hate to catch tomfoolery now

Once infected you're conceited 

You think you're better somehow

It's a pandemic of idiots 

Of every size and shape 

Multiplying faster than germs

There's no easy escape 

Worse is, they have chairs

They control the state 

I think I'm better off mad

Than this other obnoxious fate

P1187 Cave

I don't know 

I think I saw something move

Maybe it's my mind

Tricking itself out of groove 

I mean it's a little dark

Caves aren't supposed to not be

I feel a distinct disquiet 

Is there something I cannot see

The guard mentioned 

I'm the first in fifty years 

That it was a photographer

Must have spurred my fears 

Almost done, I think I'll turn around 

Those pits in the wall are not still 

Changing places 

Perhaps ants making an anthill 

There's someone here alive

Or at least you feel that way

I must have strayed in my thoughts 

But I don't know what to say

Sort of a whisper 

Asking me to carry on

Almost a pleasant soothing voice

Pulling me like a weighty ton

P1186 Valentine's love

Oh my handsome come to me

My love is in my drool 

Let our bones unite on valentine's day

I love your petrified stool

The stupid monk was gay

Or not, I don't really know

There were many I think

They weren't specific though 

They just clubbed them all in one

The greetings card guys

Yes, that's right, the cupid gang

Do you see the love in my eyes?

It's a painted golf ball

Just matched the socket 

I know you liked a crafty bone

Like I liked a full pocket 

It matters not now 

We're just bones

All we have going for us

The epitaph on our stones

One of those valentines, they say

Masturbated men

Or got them married or something 

Long back when

I don't know, montage of made-up 

Fuck the monk, he's dead

And we are atheist skeletons in love

Dragging bones to bed

P1185

P1184 Equation

How dare you fall asleep 

Do you know the page you're on

I am the ghost of that equation

How dare you come to yawn

(In a hurt voice)

As a ghost this is all I can do

Haunt kids and their silly cats

I show my tongue to them

Upside-down like bats

I can get disproportionate 

Your cats may or may not be

It's mathematical chance on this page 

That has spilled your jasmine tea

WAKE UP NOW, I demand 

Don't make me fart on your face

It smells sweet when I'm happy 

But bad when I'm enraged 

Or I'll feed dung to your cats

Teach them how to meow 

Of course if they study physics 

They can have the cow

P1183 Juju

There's a lot to be seen at night

The unsavory side of strife

Variations on the myriad spectacles

Unremitting cycles of life

I am Juju, lord of children's dark

I alone am the skin between 

What you perceive and what's beyond 

And what cannot be normally seen

You see this "dark", is really light

A light your eyes cannot see

You see there are things here

In reality that may not be

I see you are scared little one

I'm safe as the physics lets me

The dimensions beyond that, well

Is where I live happily

Face is a contribution to the whole 

Often a false shadow 

There are exotic birds

That dress as the common sparrow 

So my face is everything 

The portal to your soul

The source of frights will not be

This color of coal

P1182 Stare

You'll be mesmerized 

I don't need many tries 

My hypnotic stare always works

Just look between my eyes

Now you're in my control 

You'll do as told

Go to your bank

And bring me all your gold 

Now give me whatever you have

You won't remember a thing 

You'll wake up penniless 

But think you're a king

P1181 Hop

Hoppity hop hop

I'm the spirit that hops

I jump over buildings 

And poop on rooftops 

All I do is stare

And sometimes I scream 

I scream with five tongues

My spit a foamy cream

My thorns puncture illusions

You lose the desire to be alive

Poison drool rots your skin

I drag you to my hive

I pull my hair and curse

I leave it where you are

No one will find you ever again 

You'll travel very far

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P1179 Frog Man

I'm the frog man

Insects are good

I love them with my heart 

But only as food

My tongue is sticky

The grubs get stuck

I retract it with the prey

Don't need any luck

Cockroach is a delicacy 

I need a whole lot

Currently I'm running low

Last one behind the pot

They hide in crevices 

In tiny cracks I can't get in

That's why I collect them

Even when I'm not eating 

I do this when no one's looking 

People object, shoddy points

I'd rather spend the time

Savoring the crunchy joints

You can make a sauce 

Squash them into paste

It goes well with rice and beans 

Enhances the taste

There are delightful recipes 

If you have an insect tooth 

I haven't got the time to talk now

Chased by a culinary sleuth

In life, your life 

Is an esoteric melodrama 

With you in the center lime light 

And others after the comma

So shake the critics off

Pick the worms you like

They may be the only food source 

After an asteroid strike 

We are all mutants 

Of a different brand

One munches on insects 

Another finds them bland

Say hello to new foods

Explore the world anew

Take good advice when you find one

There are just a few

P1178 The vine people

It's the vine people 

They are possibly dead

They make the nightmares vivid 

They keep the horrors fed

I don't know who they are

They just are

They hang like weights on a twig

In the fog, can't see far

They sway with the wind

Like inert pendulums do

I turn my gaze in my sleep

Don't want to see this crew

They are all dead

Except a man on the right 

I fear it's me, I  wake up

In the middle of the night

P1177 Lost in thoughts

I'm often lost in thoughts 

I can't find a way out

The trajectories that fly me in

Disappear in a heap of doubt 

The worries are masters of that realm

I've now a permanent frown

I can't seem to find ladders 

Sliding on adders, going down

In the various gradients of life

Success being one

I feature where you define zero

On the side of none

It's precarious to be unaware 

Unaware of the hole you're in

It's far fatal to be lost in your mind 

Away from where you've been

Life is discovering the self

There's not a lot to find in me

Just the rattling sound of mediocrity 

And endless cups of tea

People with bloated worth 

Control the world around 

Insects like me, a foolish mind

Just trampled on the ground 

The fog is here to stay 

I don't see any light

The obscurity is a feature in me

Can't put up a fight

As the days roll into years

As I lose the time I got

I wish I were someone else

Without a mental rot

P1176 Fish you eat

Be very scared 

I'm a fish you can't eat

If I find you first 

You may become the meat

My skull, sort of human

I hide within your tribe

I'm a creature from hell

Important to describe 

My mouth's always open

Serpentine tongue very odd

Feathers plucked from a bird

Not placed by a vengeful god 

You may notice a menacing eye

It's just a scary pose

Nothing is more scary than man

Not even fucking close

Humans cause indescribable harm

Inimical intentions in a motive chain

Scruple is a careful luxury for them

Prescribed only for gain

But, I, am the devious fish

I terrorize the cosmos 

You shake your thing when told

Or die on a silly cross 

I'm in your mind right now 

In every living man

I have the reigns and brakes

And the most nefarious plan

I will haunt your dreams 

You'll have sleepless nights

Tossing and turning in endless loops

Many more terrible frights

P1175 Love at first fright

Love at first fright 

Their tongues went very deep

Dorsal and ventral touched 

They lost the innocent sleep 

Oh the stars pranced around 

Flowers didn't bloom 

More french kiss to come

More variable gloom

Sort of an alien luck

Half creatures looking for mates

Loneliest of corners

It's just mental states

The boy looked haggard 

But well hung

The girl went wet

Her chamber doors flung

Lush scents and sticky fluids

Concocted long chemical names

Procreation too hard to sketch 

Hot passion and its steamy flames

P1174 I ate a man

I think I ate a man

Well you can't blame me

I'm not clever when I'm famished 

Maybe I didn't see

They say he was screaming 

My hearing hasn't been well 

I'm blind because of diabetes 

I didn't see him yell

Oh well he was a poor guy 

I'm worried about his poop

Imagine the level of impurities 

I'll be careful with my soup

Being a rich man, 

I'll surely donate ..

I left the jar of change at home

So it'll have to wait 

Plus what's the big deal

There are billions out there

Accidents are just part of life 

You can't live in fear

I'm just worried about reactions

You know the status gap

I'll try to flush him out

By eating something crap

A full night of diarrhea should do

I don't like the vomiting 

Once clean I'll come back

Hope you have more like him

P1173 Neighbor

I hate a bickering neighbor 

Especially if she's shrill 

Mine has a head full of lice

Lives in a stupid heel

There isn't any logic

She talks utter rot

Always pointing her finger

Accusing me a lot

And she's loud 

Shakes me in my shoe

I have to move somewhere 

But I have covid flu 

My eyes are weak

I see her large mouth yap

I've to light the cigarette again 

Left the lighter near the tap

She's going on and on

Running like a train

From the problem with her nose

To a frequent stabbing pain

Oh god, rescue me now

Don't want to die like this

She doesn't give me a chance

I'll die holding my piss

P1172 Little Mirror

Am I pretty, little mirror?

Don't show me the bones

The skin is a good makeup 

..

I like the hues and tones

Nobody knows I'm a ghost 

I pass for a pretty girl,

Only the reflection calls me out

Even the texture on a pearl 

The king must die tonight 

He's not the real king

It is I who must rule the land 

I must be everything 

Ghosts will have a country now

They'll have their fridge 

We'll not eat rotten meat

Or bats from under the bridge 

Monuments for scarecrows 

Carved out of shiny stones 

Even a library with coffee 

Emblem skull and cross bones

I have a dream 

Ghosts of color will be free

All the soot will be painted white

White skulls dangle on a tree

We'll teach special effects 

Ghosts need to know their tricks 

A ghost without the right superstition 

Can get pelted with bricks

Regular jobs will be a thing 

Hauntings won't be rare

With mushrooms of training schools 

I'll guarantee a scare

We'll have clubs with chairs

Even a damn golf course 

Will repair fractures now

Own our first air force

I'll have to hurry up

I can't be seen in the day

What a fright that would be

I don't think I need to say

P1171 Food Chain

Another planet? Another fish?

Or maybe a devious sparrow?

Whatever it is, they keep humans as pet

They relish our spinal marrow

Not the supreme predator here

But a popular farm raised strain 

We are part of their regular meals

Just a different chain 

We're eaten raw sometimes 

It's not a rare delicacy 

It's another nightmare you say!

Humans are always free?

Reverse anthropomorphism is sadistic?

That's just a earth centric view

Plan on telling a narcissistic side

When you're the meat in the stew!

Our superiority is a myth

This is an illusion you see,

We really aren't all that special 

This can actually be...

Where we are, is just a chance 

Predation could go some other way 

Evolution could configure differently 

We'd be just a damn good prey

P1170 Freak

I've toothpicks for teeth

I've penis for a nose

I orgasm when I sneeze 

Innumerable woes

My eyes are marble balls

My balls are on my face

I won't be a father somehow 

I don't think it's safe

People are taken aback 

They think I'm a freak

I'm just an ordinary Joe

My future very bleak 

I don't have any friends 

No one likes me

One good look they take

And they start to flee

Everyone is equal

The manifestos say

Sheer humbug talking 

Merit doesn't pay

At least in many countries 

You better deceive

Your makeup matters more

Than what you conceive 

The idiots rule the world 

Through brute force and looks

Not the machiavellian thinking 

The usual commonplace crooks

I can be dangerous too

Sometimes I feel the animal urge

I have to sneeze or take a shit

Otherwise it would surge 

The ramifications aren't good 

If the good turn violent 

I'm a smoldering caldera

Surely you'll repent 

I know I'm ugly

I'm depressed to the core

I feel the anger well up a lot

I'm really sore

I like reading about love

I love the world as is

I wouldn't care to change a thing 

Love everything in it

P1169 Ryua the baby

I'm a baby, very round 

My cheeks perfect spheres 

My laughter is a million smiles 

I'm only a fraction years 

My grands, mom and dad, dote on me

Dedicated family they are

I live in South Korea

But my legend goes very far

I have fans everywhere now

I've charmed everyone 

Ryua is my name you should know 

I'm the famous one

P1168 Creature

My mind wanders through shapes

It conjures creatures square or round 

I walk through the expanse of infinity 

I toddle spellbound 

What I see 

Words are powerless 

What I cannot see

Is an easier confess

Through the glasses I imagine with

I try to capture the delight 

The delicate balance of light and dark

Segue from ecstasy to fright 

If an orange was just its color 

A butterfly could aspire

Rainbows on bubbles 

Could set the sky on fire

Art should evoke emotions 

Push you to the brink

Everything else you can get

Won't make you think

I find that people like consensus 

They'd rather not think

They'll clap away if a nod

Is endorsed by a pimp 

And money can't be all its weight 

Surely a square peg here

You can't fit that in this hole

No matter what your gear

P1167 Two Dacoits

Papa singh and beta singh

Are two dacoits bold

One puts a hole in you

The other just does as told

They are humble though 

They don't brag about their kill

Thinking I was easy for them

Demanded a two dollar bill

They knew I had gone to America 

Thought I had a few cents and two

Wanted to get rich quick

But hadn't a clear clue 

They couldn't have known my friends 

Merciless mercenaries and foes

I had become a sad spook

I wasn't yet dead, but close

The dacoits couldn't have known 

I didn't have a penny on me

Mad as the fiercest banshee

A heap of fuming neural debris 

Papa dacoit pierced my heart 

The son was quite quick too

He fiercely tried to cut my head

But I cut his face right through 

I poisoned their heads with pain

It's my poem after all

They weren't getting away with it

They died and that wasn't all

I saw Papa's head swelled large 

I threw them in the drain

I breathed fire and burnt them crisp 

I took a lot of strain 

I deleted their names from history books

I went back in time

If you wrong me, remember 

You will pay for your crime 

All the gods will conspire against you

Your horoscopes misfire 

All you signs and portends will go vain

Your future deadly dire

I can't begin to narrate the hell

The horrors that await 

Several lives you'll spend in my ass

My farts your only fate

P1166 Shakespeare's Ass

There are many worms in our ass

Some of them quite slick 

I didn't know how varied they were

Until national geographic 

So I did some practical at home

Pulled out a few

Mine were long, yellow and brown

The gods orange blue

Some were an annoyed bunch

They had to pause a religious feast

I had shit before I pulled these out

I may have killed their priest 

But the worms could talk

They said many things

The froth in the diarrhea was a favorite 

They praised the growth it brings 

We felt connected 

The common stories between 

There is a lot of shit in this

But we can keep it clean

They had grand feasts and celebrations 

Around my poop everyday 

Sometimes they were so carried with it

They came outside to play 

That's when they complained

I scratched and killed many gods 

They'd have to poke, if I didn't stop

With many pointy rods

All they wanted was peace 

And more shit as before

A less hairy and eventful asshole 

Would certainly mean less gore

Rainbows over diarrhea 

We thought were very cool 

Planting flowers lilac and rose

Into the passing stool

I sat there naked ass after the chat

There's so much Shakespeare missed 

If only he looked at his ass more often

We wouldn't have so many this pissed 

P1165 Misfit

I'm the ugliest old man

Shortest dick, droopy hairy balls

Emblematic of superior diffidence 

Weird collection of dolls

Phlegm colored asshole 

Large leaky and puckered dark

Cannot be romantically attached 

Hairy ass, skinny, rubbery bark

Man boobs with engorged nipples

"A chest?" - not even allegorically

Unkempt unruly armpits with vegetation 

A sweaty, sad disposition, pathologically

Have questionable eyesight, frequency deaf

Can't taste anything without alcohol 

Sit in a heap of misfortunes 

Life a balding crawl

There's no empty pulpit for me

No damsel in distress 

Nothing about me is ever important 

Nothing that'll impress

A portrait of flab, sack of failure 

Haven't got anything to exhibit 

Alone with morbid thoughts

A hilarious, gigantic, unbalanced misfit 

P1164 The 4 minds

I've got four distict minds in one:

One is the frivolity,

The official ass

Two is the "he" who catches 

The falling solid, not liquid or gas

Two is the mute realist,

Mood in the dumps often

Only wishes one's stool, 

Someday, would soften 

Three is an optimist

Into high fives and victory signs

What he says are confident cacophonies 

Not workable coherent rhymes 

Four is the grand philosopher

Lost in his own aged cloud

Not present most of the time

Appears only when things get loud

There's really a missing "we"

It's a coalition of the unwilling 

We could chorus together 

We have spit to fling

P1163 Hot

It's going to get hot

The summer will sizzle the skin

If you don't have water

You'll head for the loony bin

Yes you'll literally go berserk 

As the planet warms this year

Penguins will shit on the melting pole

Polar bears drown in the clear

If all the ice melts this fast

Oceans will eat the coast

Forest fires will run amok

We'll be sitting roast 

We might upset the goldilocks 

The air we breathe is thin

Let's stop before we go over the ledge 

Let something meaningful begin

P1162 My Imagination of Lata Mangeshkar

And one from an old newspaper 

P1161 Uppercut

Uppercut to the mandible 

My teeth came loose 

Parietal smashed against the wall

I'll grace the obituary news

I lost so many teeth 

I won't eat again 

There's death in the taste of blood 

I can feel the searing pain

Plus my skull is smithereens 

Parts of the brain on the floor 

Usually I would've picked them up

But I'm too dead to explore

My life flashes by

I see the boy I was

I see the hooker in New Orleans 

I kissed, drunk in Mardi Gras

I see the futility in the shell

It's the genes making themselves 

We are just silly emergent crap

Full of ourselves 

I can see the light

Too bright to see

I think it's god himself 

But wait, just a chemical banshee 

At least I'm thinking the dying 

Not sold to bullshit

I know death is the last thing I do

And that's all there is to it

P1160 Hooker's Bath

A hooker's bath isn't a luxury 

Just a quick soapy splash 

Sometimes a hurried sponge rub

Before a blink, over in a flash 

Both holes, pits, and teeth 

In a jiffy, burning deodorant 

Slap on makeup, garish dust

Ready and looking brilliant 

What you can't doll up

Bruises in your mind 

They stick like velcro pins

The type, extremely unkind

Can't lose her dark circles

She tried all the under-eye creams

Forgot what's a day like

Forgot all her childhood dreams

After bath, she pastes her plastic smile 

Circle of men closing in

She'll need another bath in a few minutes 

Raspy words, tongue and pasty grin

P1159 I'm not sure

What is a depressing thought 

I'm not sure,  or from where 

But when an expectation is empty 

It's right there

I've often felt that it's a triangle 

Where you're held in a trap

Badly designed if-then-else

Something falling through a crack

I don't notice any fountain of hope

I guess I'm getting old 

I can't grow many more nerves 

I'm carefully told

But I see that plenty isn't doing well

Far too many are ill

We have lost our natural habitat 

Far too many on a pill

We may have invented a ghost 

I feel we've lost the thread

There may be need to clear the mist

A new cheery sun, bright and well-fed 

Or we wait for the transhuman

The blend of biological machine 

But then we'd probably redefine it again

A sadder human machine in-between 

A sulking molecule

An atom fed up

Or a cluster of electrons

With marital flare-up 

I don't know, it's complicated 

We'll have to see

For now at least, I reason 

It's better to just be

P1158 I like hills

I like climbing 

I like hills 

Going to the top

For thrills

There are mysteries 

We are just beginning to find 

The earth is a big strange creature 

We have to be kind 

But we are not

We are selfish beasts 

We'll do whatever 

To get to its treats 

But the treats are running out

It's mercy waning now

Once it wakes up, we'll have to flee

But how?

We don't have a second planet 

No plan B

We're killing ourselves 

Not the planet you see

The planet has seen other pests

We're just a minor itch 

It'll shake us off and keep going 

Without any massive hitch

We are at the point of no return 

The point no further south 

Climbing the wounded tongue 

Into its inescapable mouth 

We won't even leave fossils 

Just a plastic layer

The earth's last memory of us

Will be our cheap affair