I feel mathematics is bad for society
Do you have the statistics?
I wish people would not pick their noses
I always thought your was rather large for your face
Why learn algebra and be unable to boil an egg?
Well, you can fry eggs,
Do we really need fashion in frames for glasses?
Maybe they have a “see by ” date
That would be just the lenses
But you can’t use them without a frame.
No way out of this one except glass eyes.
Why are people so kind to me during this crisis?
They have read your stories and feel sorry for you
That you are not a writer who makes a profit
I even make a loss
Buying laptops,printers and having acupuncture
I don’t see the connection
I feel it
Is this a coup d’etat?
No, it’s just a trial run
Make my heart into a cottage pie. Already it is minced and lies estranged My enemies insult me with their lies And my last will and testament is made. An onion and a carrot chopped up fine, Saute with these my heart till all are gold With herbs and spices I will taste divine A mashed potato will a rooftop mould. Do not forget my blood to use as sauce Though now it’s cold, with garlic make it boil. For what is gravy but the blood of lamb With sliced onion fried in olive oil? O foes and devils eat me and you’ll be Transformed into myself, your enemy
You stabbed my heart when I was left alone
Telling me my writing was like porn
Now you give me nightmares, be my pest
We all need one or two,and you confessed
My writing is so bad, you envy not
Did I hit you on a painful spot?
If others have a gift, that is their call
You have yours , get out a net and trawl
Ambivalent in love which turns to hate
We wound ourselves in making this our fate
Talking overmuch lets such thoughts out
As tea will pour down from a tilted spout
The ancient virtues,patience and restraint
Shall be our wise protectors when distraught
Suddenly I know you as a fool
Believing you can love and yet be cruel
You’re blinded by excessive self esteem
When you’re a cockroach as in Kafka’s dream
Your eyes are hidden, yet you pounce, you snake
Your fire is going out and you don’t smoke
Why bother me when I have other friends
Since you came I see no decent end
I hope you fall off London Bridge at night
Hidden in the darkness of the lights
Or maybe you will go when in your sleep
Stop harassing me, you are a creep
Conceited,filled with pride, you give me pain
Why not flow with water down a drain?