by KJ Hannah Greenberg
A Recession-Proof Job
Pretty hands on pretty keys,
Make such business harmonies.
Polished fingers, matching toes,
Pretty girls in rows and rows.
Ones flown to perfect postcard sites,
To drink Champaign on chilly nights.
Upon her neck, officers swing
Fresh flowers, lice, are all they bring.
No lectica, no cushioned chaise,
Just cigar smoke or cocaine haze.
Though petal skies adorn her walls,
Brandy bottles line her halls.
Few song birds dedicated cries,
Mark the hours twix her thighs.
Mere furtive suns shed light, and then,
He knocks, escorting some more men.
She has a girl, a dog, a cat,
But her arrears slayed all that.
The Momentum of Needles that Kill
According to yesterdays short order cooks,
Needles that heal can turn needles that kill.
Managers of large gas stations, similarly,
Assert most estranged spouses wont fight
When possessed of little dread of reprisal;
Good deeds, benefit lovers considerably.
See, boudoir celerity seeks fair play from perfidious sorts.
Those wrongly languid others, ever wickedly tumescent,
Demanding evenings romances, recall, as much as can,
Our Earth rotates six times per each orbit of far Jupiters.
Its probable those base inamoratas still lack nacre, gold,
Discover themselves sodden with STDs misfortunes, fleas.
Equally, hotel clerks muddled states of firsthand witnessing bring
Exile or peace for habiters ensemble, depending on available funds
(Some gals insist their dear cockapoos receive bi-weekly manicures).
As well, male paramours break the fourth wall without noteworthy
Happenstance; mostly, lads get wimpy co-opting treacly intentions.
Under the pressure of conflict, partners ought to suspension disbelief.
Elsewise, intentionally challenges satin sheets, fresh roses, jewelry,
Magnums of Champaign, Swiss bank accounts, full vials of Viagra.
Consider, only chuckleheads and igits deign to chaffer over room service.
Such skid, their stories vastly askew, constitute very laughable companions.
Wrapped in perpetual delusion, those trulls, of any gender, whose hosies
On fur, feather, leather bits and things, make behaviors slip, slide, slosh
Across vast arrays of human sandwiches, whose archeological significance
Could improve old-fashioned practices, need to quit insisting, repeatedly,
That auras of improbability must inevitably grace their sticky goings on.
Rather, folks could process, at a periwinkle pace, meritocracys nuances.
Imbalanced intimate exchanges, those passages foregoing human integrity,
Form bedroom rhetoric into desert pediment. That interactions to be pitied.
Scorning Dragons over Lost Burial Rites
Armadillo girdled lizards, spiny
Balls of malcontent, if you
Deign to forego our gizzards,
Therell be other cloacae to rent.
Little in our human strictures,
Leave your kinfolk over-chuffed
Just some ancient warrior habits,
Curative, soothing minor stuff.
Specifically, where menfolk secure
Our odd beliefs, our noble things,
You peripatetic, scaly critters
Ignore them er you take to wing.
Its brutal to forgo such funerary,
To lose our sessile, sacred ways,
You beasts, who lack social peduncles
Ought to relinquish tokens of prey.
Contrariwise, your celebrations,
Redactions upon which you do insist,
Alongside your puissant admissions,
Place you on excoriations list.
To plot against your foes is one thing,
But hurting friends is something more.
Reprobate grandiloquences nothing,
If you, likewise, choose to ignore
Battlefield needs, fresh urgencies
Death tolls where we dont succeed,
Its purely cruel to forbid interment,
Gobbling down our sepulchers need.
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