Submissions by HAPPYDAVE
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi Happy dave, I am a poet.
Ain't life grand
Flick on the tube what do we hear?
“praise the lord. Give me money.
Line my pockets with gold”.
Promise us silver linings,
Then rape us dry and leave us cold.
Business, that’s what makes America flow.
Watch as the rich strip the poor.
Watch as the poor become criminals and whores.
The world’s spinning isn’t it.
Round and round like a top.
Well someday its gonna drop.
And we will see just what a flop America really is.
Eat some food at Popcorn College.
Watch our youth turn into; Maybalines, Afro - Sheens and
Dumb -...
“praise the lord. Give me money.
Line my pockets with gold”.
Promise us silver linings,
Then rape us dry and leave us cold.
Business, that’s what makes America flow.
Watch as the rich strip the poor.
Watch as the poor become criminals and whores.
The world’s spinning isn’t it.
Round and round like a top.
Well someday its gonna drop.
And we will see just what a flop America really is.
Eat some food at Popcorn College.
Watch our youth turn into; Maybalines, Afro - Sheens and
Dumb -...
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DRESSED IN BLACK
Once again dressed in black.
Waiting for the shark attack.
Once again on this dismal night.
Waiting to feel the blade of the knife.
I sit and wait as the time grows nearer,
For me to experience the guilt and fear.
I sit and watch as the hour approaches.
When time will stop and so will I.
And I will be face to face with the den of sin.
Dark and cold my face is numb.
Hurled into the unseen world of the dead.
Scared and stiff as they crowd me in.
Trying to make me one of them.
Once again dressed in black.
Waiting for the death romance....
Waiting for the shark attack.
Once again on this dismal night.
Waiting to feel the blade of the knife.
I sit and wait as the time grows nearer,
For me to experience the guilt and fear.
I sit and watch as the hour approaches.
When time will stop and so will I.
And I will be face to face with the den of sin.
Dark and cold my face is numb.
Hurled into the unseen world of the dead.
Scared and stiff as they crowd me in.
Trying to make me one of them.
Once again dressed in black.
Waiting for the death romance....
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