Sugar Dish

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Sugar Pie Honey Bunch

This is a tale of 

Narcolepsy 

Madames 

N’

Sugar dishes

It was a Wednesday.

So-

 we are 

talking about nothing-

Sugar Honey Honey

Bored-

I says-

"I always worry

about locking the door 

to the restroom"

Object permanence or 

what have you. 

I got a condition.

Oogum oogum 

boogum Boogum …

Now-

speaking of which-

Talking out loud

She says:  

“That reminds me”

She doesn't dish out

gossip or dirt.

No drama like on the Soaps.

But she can tell a story.

Holy shit,

here comes a story.

“It begins long ago 

In a tougher neighborhood ..”

Setting,

Set up-

“She had narcolepsy 

And she was older,

Been around the block”

Upper management-

In the hospitality business

Teaching all dogs new tricks:

Tricking and Treating

Like Halloween 

All year long, 

If you know what I mean. 

Oogum Boogum…

now,

“She was a Madam in her day. 

And now she’s Granny-

With 

Narcolepsy ”

Sugar pie honey bunch

“And once…

I walked into the restroom 

And there she was…

Ancient 

Paralyzed 

Dead?!

No she was flat out asleep!”

And here comes the kicker-

“And when she woke up 

She points 

To her Holy hole-

And says how do you 

Like my 

Sugar Dish?”

It was a Wednesday. 

A Fan, and Thats Cool I Guess

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I think I have a stalker-

I put the pieces together-

I inherited my mothers stalker

She came by the house

Unannounced 

Unwelcome

Unfortunate 

It worrred me

Is she reading my poems? 

Is she a fan? 

Selfie

Autograph

Or

A sick feeling in the pit of 

Stomach-

Anything for a fan. 

He-Man Woman Haters Club

“When you told me you didn’t love me anymore-

Well, you know, I nearly broke down and cried.”-

John and Paul

She said “You’re such a child!”

Oh I don’t know about that…

 Roll call:

Alfalfa 

Buckwheat 

Foggy 

And

Spanky…

I hereby call to order the meeting of the 

He-man Woman Haters Club-

The last line of defense 

Against 

Valentine’s Day 

Smooches on the lips

And 

God forbid Serenades.

We gotta save brother 

Alfalfa from…

the

 perils

Treachery 

pangs

Of love. 

(Evol spelled backwards)

Because Girls are icky 

Sugar and Spice 

And everything nice. 

We are He-men-

just snakes and snails 

And puppy dog 

Tails. 

Subsequent 

Insufficient 

Delinquent 

We are a brotherhood-

Libertè

Egalite 

Fraterinte 

Sont 

des mots

qui vont

Trebien 

Assemble-

But I’m starting to 

have 

my doubts-

Skeptical 

hysterical 

Heretical 

I wanna understand the song 

“I Wanna Hold Your Hand”

“Eppur si move…”

3 times before

the rooster

crowed.

Singing

Oh Darla please believe me,

 I’d never do you no

Harm.

Believe me when I tell you I’d never do you no 

Harm.

How’s that for a serenade Darling?

She said “You’re such a child”

Oh my, 

Oh my Darling Clementine 

I don’t know about that.

I like to think

 I’m more of a Rascal, 

Flow Glow Low

 (B Side)

The ink will flow

The ink shall flow

The ink must flow

Fountain pen

Make a wish 

Invisible Ink

Permanent Ink

Squid Ink 

I can’t believe how

Lucky

I am. 

I fall a little more 

in love.

in love!

in love?

Now if I only knew what that meant.

Fountain pen 

Fountain pen 

I toss a coin into  you

And make a wish. 

Foundation- 

Head or tails-

50/50

I make a wish.

I will not dip my pen in company ink 

so

I make a wish upon a ringo Starr

And wish

To find out 

“What would you do if I sang out of tune.’

The ink will flow

The ink shall flow

The ink must flow

5/10

T Rap

 It’s a trap 

like her Venus Fly-

It’s a trap 

that she has 

Sprung

In Spring! 

Quick as lighting.

But not as intentional 

As a  < we used Venus Fly as code, maybe play around with abstract like bear traps, lobsterr look up traps for men old 50s stuff or like Sinatra 60 jive.  Keep the idea for thirst trap queen seperate, thats its own train wrek but fun also think of cock and bull cock and sunrise cockadoodle doo, do not refrence old old poem>

It’s a trap for

My cock to be 

Stuck in- 

And it will stay

Fun 

Reckless 

Down low- 

If I can keep my trap shut. 

And I will keep 

escaping and 

Falling for the old tricks 

Until we both get caught.

Engagement Notice

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Failing to win

Felt like 

Being murdered

In cold 

Blood-

My love to be 

Scraped off the walls

Scrubbed out 

Scrubbed off.

No love

No esteem

No affection 

Just means

And opportunity 

No motive 

No crime of passion.

Just another John Doe-

Just anther unsolved cold case

Just another guest at the wedding 

With no plus one 

Minus one

On the scoreboard of love. [consider changing love to something less corny more jaded cynical