Peep Show Revue
Bumping and grinding
to a naughty symphony
playing just for us
on a buffet table top
Now tap dancing on the dessert tray
much to the outraged chagrin
of the owners of this snooty establishment
We should have stopped
and probably would have
if not for the spectator enablers
cheering us exhibitionists on
Dancing outside the lines
of proper moral propriety
in forbidden free zones
these repressed drones
can only dream of
as they live through
us now incarcerated freaks vicariously
Ash Retention
Every morning
I slip into the closet
and there you are to greet me
My beloved ashes in a box
It was three years to this day
when you went away
leaving devastated me behind
with nothing
but a cremation receptacle
and plenty of memories
You wished for your remains
to be scattered into the sea
but I’m sorry
I just can’t let go
and accept the permanency
of inevitable death
which visits us all eventually
I so wish it had been me first
cause every day without you
is sheer agony
Today I tell our friends
your remains stay with me
for sentimental value
but it’s a cowardly alibi
to deny a grim reality
I will probably
never come to grips with
Wings of Love
Tonight we ride
beneath the neon stars
into the meat market breach
where fantasy possibilities meet
with soul crushing reality
Here in the hook up jungle
there exists definitive and rigid
strata of desirability
which truly inhibits
Tier Three specimens like me
Of course my dashing pal
sits on top of the lust pyramid
being so suave and debonair
he’s a literal
irresistible chick magnet
while I gotta rely
solely on audacity
and a semi pleasant personality
In this dimly lit domain
as in life
we all have our roles to play
Witty wing man
to Adonis I am
with a role to clear a path
for his desired mating
with the luscious
angel of his potential affection
sitting at the peak
of the desirable babe chain
gabbing with her plain hand maiden
I move in smoothly
on my divide and conquer mission
to chitchat converse
with her obstructionist friend
the personable nurse
who it turns out
is fairly cute
after a few drinks are consumed
As we get to know each other
I can’t help but wonder
if my new found lovely associate
is a wing nut too
doing her deflection duty
as best we support minions can
Displaced Worship
We should have stopped
but it felt too good
Self control
has always been a challenge
in our relationship
that’s more passion
than common sense
We should have gotten a room
or at the very least
found a more discreet place
to scratch this mutual
sensual infatuation
Now we are incarcerated
for lewd and lascivious behavior
I guess
Church just ain’t
the proper place
to physically fornicate
Seems we took today’s sermon
loving thy neighbor
a little too literally
Burnt Toast
Charred bread
burnt to a crisp again
cause I am too lazy
to get this damn toaster
repaired or replaced
Past well done
is an acquired taste
of availability necessity
as I spread a slab
of substance lubrication on
to help the mess
many would dispose of
go down a tad more smoothly
It’s not bad actually
if you can manage
to adjust the flavor senses
and open your imagination
to the off the menu alternatives
served up by overcooked poetry
Last Stop
We should have stopped
back at the last station
that was her assigned destination
but we were both too engrossed
in the latest steamy chapter
of our serial flirtation to care
This commuter love affair
of unrequited lust
and now not too subtle innuendos
has been going on for years
The brakes on this train
are starting to wear thin
as they squeak with distress
as my stop comes and goes
Through the long dark tunnel
our vessel is now accelerating
at full velocity
struggling to reach the peak
which will be the climax
of yet another motion trip
Our lightly brushing bodies
both know
this trip to fantasy infidelity ends
when the gray conductor comes
and forcefully proclaims
“Last Stop”
Time for us
lost sinners to get off
and get real with our nowhere infatuation
Iron Pyrite
I didn’t write this
Not a single consonant or verb
It matters not
in the grand scheme
of applied creativity
cause none of the material
crafted previously
was copyrighted legally
so we vulture plagiarists
can paste this attachment
and pawn off these words
as our own literary masterpiece
And if this replication
of another author’s creation
is not well received
we need not take
the critical rebuke personally
since we did not write this trash
Not really
We only steal the glory
Tis the least we can do
At least it’s not AI
Fake Tough Guys
I HATE FAKE TOUGH GUYS
Those preening warrior wannabes
Pissing on due process
Bombing frickin motor boats
while murdering the survivors
cause the ends justifies
the illegal means
to these bloviating
war criminal phonies
I HATE FAKE TOUGH GUYS
You know the type
Micro dick posers
Low esteem losers
threatened by women
who have the balls
they sorely lack
when they take
these cowards to task
for their weak ass ways
I HATE FAKE TOUGH GUYS
Oppressors of the powerless
who mock and bully those who can’t fight back
to overcompensate for the strength they lack
in a futile attempt to project virility
If only these weaklings realized
true strength is found
in uplifting with compassion
This brand of real alpha men
are sorely missing
in the current regime
of testosterone challenged
FAKE TOUGH GUYS
Lonely To Be Happy
Sorry kids..
I have no grievances
No need
for your comfort or pity
I know that contentment
in this pit of discontent
is considered a betrayal
to the core tenet
of mass bitchiness etiquette
but my Complaint Department
is closed permanently
No need to collectively fret
Plenty of misery loves company outlets
where you can group convey
communal shared outrage
across the bitchfest
unsocial media stage
Irrelevant Dinosaur
Gathering dust
in his prison
cubicle box
sits Mr Disconnect
Perpetually dazed
he keeps up the illusion
of productivity
for no other reason
then it pays
Fuck self esteem
for this completely
functionally obsolete
corporate gelding
So far out of loop
his opinion
and existence
no longer matters
Lost on the bypass
of degraded relevancy
the dinosaur relic
plays his computer games
and watches the clock
count down his career
as the walls close in
squeezing him toward the bin
of the next inevitable Resource Action
Maybe someday
when the Great Cloud crashes
his skills will be needed again
to perform basic archaic tasks
lost on the Techie replacements
but
by then
he’ll be long gone
into the abyss
of footnote memory
stgreenie 
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