Ink

Printed words descending through ink
Creation of pages forced me to think
Whatever shall be, for true is the phrase
Que Sera Sera for all of my days


Retard

Is it funny that you laugh
At my sorry sad fat ass
A loser done and done
Never won killed and done
Just to say I can't relate
To your current high win rate
Just let me have my sad remorse
A special retard am I of course


Demise

So fleeting is the moment
Swallowed by nights demise
A self loathing fraught to never want to rise
Why
Even
Try


Lincoln

Lately I've been thinking
What was life like for Lincoln
The man he was the prez
Sadly was shot in the head
By gracing our money we thank him


Down

Float down from on high
Or crash and burn intensely
Spiral all the way


Comfort

Little screen little light
Brightly filling up my night
Comfort me to sleep I go
Keep my mind affixed with glow
Shifted habit now ingrained
Rechargeable corrupted brain


Belly

A belly full
A belly fat
Let me pet you silly cat
Don't just cry and run away
Don't be mean
Don't hiss and spray
Come get your love
For your belly is full
Stuffed with fresh tuna
Aren't you so cool.

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.