55 minutes give or take/ In the oven set on bake/ An hour later you get a cake/ That'll float upon a lake/ It isn't phony. It isn't fake./ It can be quite fun to make./ It makes your belly quake and shake./ Like a drug, it's hard to take/And they can serve it at your wake.
Your final rest./ Your Sunday best./ That's how you're dressed./ Laid outt in your coffin./ Live life with zest/ Ere your final rest at Fate's behest.
"The Great White"
In waters of Australia a diver's in a cage/ Before he knows what happens a Great White shows his rage./ I'm sure the fellow thought right then, "Why do I dive?"/ One thing he knows for sure he's lucky he's alive.
"Rusty Blade" In the shade, there's a rusty blade,/so watch out where you tread./ If you're there at the wrong time you could wind up dead./ This could merely be a dream while you are in bed./ If it's not, the way you feel is justify-ed dread.
A few untitled poetry fragments:
Addictions/ afflictions/ mouths to feed/ drudging for money/ for all that you need... (to be cont'd??)
At the top of the Food Chain you hunt to survive./ Eat your prey and stay alive... (to be cont'd??)
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