dedicated to mavericks of any kind, be it ...
... fervent evangelists ...
Ardent with desire
To awake and inspire
He jumped into fire.
... angry technophobes ...
Electric current
Like hasty nasty torrent
Hit my poor parent.
... hasty lovers ...
You needn't be breathless
That girl is indeed reckless
But also breastless.
... negligent poets ...
I wrote a sonnet
On my aunt's maiden bonnet
It got lost on (.)Net ...
... wannabe fools ...
I am not yet mad
And it is not only bad
But also so sad.
... generous mourners ...
Who wants to borrow
A bit of bitter sorrow
Until tomorrow ?
... blasphemous priests ...
Slowly we decay
And turn again into clay ...
Isn't it God's foul play ?
... non-neocon economists ...
Inequality
In everyday life's reality
Harms its quality.
... morbid existentialists ...
Is mortality
An inherent quality
Of fatality ?
... hormones-laden youngsters ...
Love, love, loveless love ...
Why do they deem you so low ?
Can't people see your glow ?
... verses-peddling beggars ...
Can you spare a dime
For a foolish childish rhyme ?
Or is it a crime ?
... too curious youngsters ...
Couldn't do worse than this :
To find out what the love is
I flew to Paris.
... innocent young men ...
Beware the poor girls
Who can drown you in the whirls
Of their golden curls.
... incompetent cooks ...
My mom really meant
But wasn't able to implement
This food supplement
... disgusted mortals ...
As I increment
This world's pile of excrement
My days decrement ...
... superstitious seniors ...
Some strange nasty curse
Stole all money from my purse
And bewitched my nurse.
... Once-honest bankers ...
Once upon a time
I got a nick'l and a dime
Commiting no crime.
... Lazy lawn keepers ...
A bull & a cow
Almost perished in a row
Who today should mow
The weather is mild
And the grass is growing wild
It can hide their child.
(Is it not crazy
To be so dull and lazy
Even to graze it ?)
To get rid of it
They bribed a greedy rabbit
Ready to grab it.
... heroic hunters ...
A cheeky little ant
Summoned an old elephant
To go for a hunt.
Killing two sparrows
With a borrowed bow'n'arrows
They felt like heroes.
But then a fierce hare
Riding an old haggard mare
Turned their pride to scare.
... ardent anti-Hegelians ...
It's insanity
To argue that quantity
Turns to quality.
... depressed evangelists ...
I have no desire
To set this fat world on fire.
It's but bog and mire.
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