Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Stupid Cupid







Stupid Cupid,
Stop hovering over people casting shadows
Put away the bow and arrows
People hate you like they hate a skunk
Go home Cupid, you're drunk

                                                                                                           ~ Sonali

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

English Mirror Gold OR Silver Rectangle 38 x 27
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Who are you?
Idiot or savant?
What have you done
With the fire in your belly?
Did you douse it with food and folly
Or did you arouse the flames into a bonfire
With the kindling of your desire for a better world?
What is this fire to you, incinerator or forge?
Has your mettle been malleable or
Have you been a dead twig to a spark?
Or did you calm the inferno down to a happy controlled burn?
You did?
Who are you?

                                                                                                       

                                                                                                                                ~Sonali            

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Désirée




Desire is an impetuous bitch
She comes on strong sudden forceful cocksure
And then she leaves just as suddenly

Desire is a fickle wench butt ugly as can be
Just as he has found love with his missus
He wants his bald headed big boned employee

A two faced thief of pleasure she is
That bitch that thing that nothing that she is
That never leaves except it seems for a quick pee

Satisfaction is her enemy
Anathema if you will
Like light and darkness presumably

You could go fifteen years without seeing her face
When you’ve just about forgotten what she looks like
She shows up in two places at once, unexpectedly

You’re embarrassed and all and confused as s#!+
You say,”Where have the pair of you been all my life
Actually, lately?”

They say,”We heard on the grapevine
You said you’d do a threesome
If it were you, Brad Pitt, and George Clooney.”

You go,”Aww, you’re so sweet
But I’m busy tonight
You two go on without me.”

It pours when it rains they say
And they are right you know
When you get asked to the lesbo ball shortly

Have I been living under a rock?
No really, have I???
Or have the birds and the bees have gone crazy?