DAILY activities

In the middle of the year of the middle age,
Of a large bee decided it was his destiny to sit down upon that tree
The tree wanted to see what the bee would do so he took a chance and went poo.
Where that poo fell stood a beast not much bigger than a priest.
But because of all the yeast inside the teeth he could not find his peace.
Therefore upon the middle hour of the morning hour a sight was seen as I peered over the fence.
In a breeze I could feel the wind,
However I pinned
Then dropped to my buttock,
This was a day in the middle of a middle,
This was a day where I went to the zoo.

My Favorite

On my sun happiness I saw a prick,
I decided to call him a dick
He was not happy but this pleasured me
Just like when I pee
But not as much as I drop that doo doo
Cause I pump out that poo poo
Much more than a large large large
In that stupid stupid stupid Mahhardge
but what you did not know
I could not say
For this world was not fit to show
What you wanted to play
In the beauty of the day
I could have hit the kilamayhey
Poo Poo Doo Doo Loo Loo mah hoo hoo
I like cheese

Roadtrips

Violets are blue
Roses are Red
I like eyelids
and Roadhead

A poem about my Dreams

Tickle me Pink
And I’ll Tickle you too
I want you to sit on my face
and then go poo

Noises

When I look down yonder,
I imagine all the things
That get tossed down under
Do the creatures will call
From beneath the wall
Or do they seek the weak
and crawl through to meet you
They never are scary but seem to manipulate
It’s so crazy when they stipulate
How the world will end
When there is no Heaven
Or Hell… Do I know
For the Creatures are my friends
And their ideas spark new thoughts within me
So how can I know if they really do exist
When all of them are always in the mist

How I Brainstorm

Whenever I write these poems
I always think of you naked
Just Kidding
I don’t get nervous
But I do imagine you naked a lot