Back ta reality girl-
You on earth!
Dat whack
Diddin crack you skull-
You ain’t hurt!
Get up!
Getta move on!
What be da matta wid you?
Keep suckin
Dat pacifiah
Won’t matta din
Who da liah
Ness one ta come up
Behind ya
Gonna kill ya right where
Dey find ya
Get up!
Getta move on!
Da demons dey done found ya!
So let loose
Till ya satisfied!
Leave no one
Alive ta complain!
Livin be betta
Dan dyin!
Maybe one day
Gonna be no pain…
Copyright 2016. L.L. Shelton.
Cleaning up for an honored guest
Always knew we loved you best
Floors are vacuumed
Windows dressed
My nerves are shot I must confess
They tell me you are packing these days
But I forgot I guess…
See?
The big front door stands open wide
To welcome you inside.
Now who will clean up this mess?
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.
Our little girls:
Pile cake on the face,
Glitter in the hair,
We tell them they should stand
They’re looking pretty.
Then they’re tweens:
Wear thong ‘cross the bum,
Liner round the eyes,
We tell them they should lie
They’re Looking pretty.
Now they’re teens:
Guard the lives at the pool,
Washing cars
In their bikinis raising money
For the school.
They learn life
From fathers’ friends as they drool,
Hold them close
In their arm chairs on their knees,
There a tool.
When did they
Discover don’t want lives like
Their mothers’,
In their boxes feeling lonely,
There the fools?
Dilemma
Is as fresh as the garden
Uncovered,
There worshipping the honey
They are cruel.
Can they be
Returned to state of pardon,
Beloved?
They’ve made off with the money.
Blessed Fools.
L.L. Shelton, Copyright 2016.