SHIIZAH no I am NOT single's blog: "my poetry if you can call it that..."

happiness usually comes in small doeses;

a dimple in a cheek from a smile that creeps across

sugar kissed lips,

a glimmer of light expressed in warm eyes,

in the slow movement of large hands over blushed

cheeks and an angular jaw-

held in a moment of time where none can touch them.

three lights,

two glowing,

one alone

waiting to be turned on, but

happiness always comes in small doses.

obscene mannerisms give way

to an offensive nature

with no control and

no regard for the absurdity of it all.

you vote like it's your duty.

FUCK your duty,

that's your job - you'll get paid,

minimum wage

and when your body dies, choked by

chapped old hands,

your mind will survive on a sweet little

pension check

that you've worked your whole life for.

your christian children will dance for joy around you-

then burn you on their white picket fence.

with more political cliches then my writing,

somebody will shut you up,

just like they shut me u-