Friday, May 8, 2020

Thoughts

Such thoughts in your head
They are bad thoughts those thoughts
You can't think that way
I am blushing at the thought of
Those thoughts in your head
They is not so PC man
She's too young
And he's too old
Get your mind out of the
Muck
Rake some slime 'til it evens out more better
At the least
Distend out some morals
I would like to lend you some
Morals there
But mine are all ready
Compromised and
Running low as it is
As it is
Those thoughts in your head
Make me cringe and shake my own head
Which causes brain stirrings and I am trying
To ease off those types of labours
Generally speaking
You make me blush when I see
The gleam in your eye
Those thoughts in your head
Nasty dirty freedom thoughts
Gone red I have
Flushed with the spirit of envy
Don't you know
You're not allowed
Those thoughts in your head gonna get us all
Up against the wall
You wait and bare witness
Up against the wall and if lucky one last
Cigarette and blindfold free of charge with a bullet
Where did your morals run to
Maybe mine are there too
And we can catch them together
By: Daniel Smallegange

Saturday, May 2, 2020

Breathe (a rhyming poem or song)

Sometimes I feel claustrophobic
And some times very sad
Some times I feel like shit and
Like I'm going mad
So you can have a rest now
I tell my weary brain
You need to have a rest now
And maybe just abstain
From the stress of it all
Try and rise up after such a fall
Perhaps some libation
To ease the frustration
Come on and so do
Listen what you need
What you really really need
Is to breathe
Is to breathe
Is to breathe and breathe and breathe

Sometimes I feel caustic
Enabled and real low
Sometimes I feel my heart cannot
Withstand another blow
But you've got to have a listen
Try and change your disposition
Perhaps a little libation
To help with a cessation
Listen what you need
What you really really need
Is to breathe
Is to breathe
Is to breathe and breathe and breathe
By: Daniel Smallegange

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Stentor

Stentorian terms and tones
Why you gotta shout so much
I am not far
I am here and there's not too much
Wax build up I do not think
Wax build up is worth addressing
This is unattractive they say
But and maybe you can
Transition your tone there
To one more silken and so more
Attractive to my ear bones
I still won't agree maybe
With all or some of what
You vomit from your brains
But at least my ears won't ring any more
And birth forth wax
So unattractive to stifle
Stentorian
That's what I'll call you now
And you don't disapprove
I can tell by the gleaming
In your eyes
You're all bark anyways
And a sap
I'll call you Tree instead
As you refuse my advice
Go then and preach on another stump
This one here
Is mine now I claim as pulpit my own
Let me now
Clear my own throat and voice
Become like that herald of Troy
Stentor
But if you be like Hermes
I will decline any contest
Between us
By: Daniel Smallegange

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Scarcity of Heart

Scarcity of heart makes one
Tremble due to
Lack of blood pumping and
Coursing through your veins there
It makes you cold too and
Emotionally unavailable
Attacks the laughter glands
Just so
Scarcity of will power is
A problem of the brain
Blows to the head will
Affect this
As will personal attacks you receive
And criticisms alter
One's will, ambition an' drive
Quarrel not with yer neighbour
Over a tree over bearing
And stymieing your vitamin E
Intake
You might move
To another place more sun soaked
Keeping the peace with your neighbor
A happy by product
Maybe your brains and
Laughter glands will return too
From and as a result of this
Courageous act
Your will power to remove yourself from
Overbearing shade of said tree there
But woe if it is a
Cloudy day
Then all bets are
Off the table
By: Daniel Smallegange

Saturday, April 11, 2020

Back Then

Kiss my grits she said
The woman on the
Television screen
She said that a lot
It made us laugh
Or some of us
I was only young
A little kid
And my Dad would say
Change the channel son
Why do you think I had you for
And I'd run to the tv
And switch the dial
Then run back and sit by his side
We had five channels only
Back then
And he'd say
Naw, change it back
And I'd run back and switch
As the lady would be saying
Kiss my grits again
She said that
A lot
But it wasn't always funny
Back then
By: Daniel Smallegange