dumb dumb poetry from me brain

up first is a shape poem! woo hoo! first one to guess what its about gets a lil kiss

i wait and
i wait and i wr
ither. i whisper
into wo/and
ering ears
. i sleep
and s(nake)lither. i wa
it and i wait and i wait. i am
wretched and i wreck
and i wait and
i wait. willows
weep and wacko
s wilt before(and
after) me. war wages and
wanes.i wear and weaken and
i wait. i pay and i work and i wait.
I laugh and cry and s c r e a m
and i wait and i
wait. i give and
get and i
wait and i
wait and
i wait and i wait
and i wait until su
ddenly. Until suddenly i d(ie)ont.

WARNING cringe and me ranting about capitalism ahead ewww

Like a wolf.
You used to scream at them,
Heart full of rage and ravenous hunger for justice.
You used to claw up the pant leg of the pigs,
Trying to tear through layers of protections they had people like you sew together. You used to cry out for them,
Tears flowing with empathy and grieving their emptiness.
They needed to listen.
They needed to understand.
You brandished a fire in a jungle of concrete and stone,
Looking for unlit torches.
But the pigs convinced them.
“Torches are dangerous”, the filthy creatures said.
They told us “fire burns”,
That it can destroy.
The fear in their eyes told you
the boars were simply scared of singing their pants.
They turned a blind ear, setting down their torches.
“These swine worked hard for their food,” They declared,
Chopping vegetables and roasting potatoes.
“They did all of this, and they’re giving us jobs.”
They put out golden plates and decorative silk napkins.
The pigs clambered onto human thrones.
The beasts gobbled and guzzled and devoured the food,
Crumbs flying and landing in the palms of the outstretched hands comprising the human throne.
“Look how they feed us! We work hard and we get some food in the end too.”
They argued, quickly wolfing down their crumbs,
As the swine wallowed in excess.
Don’t they see? Don’t they realize?
The slyly, grease and sauce dripping down their snout.
, and made us wonder why we’re always hungry. The pigs starved us and fussed about how all we do is complain.
They were born with golden hooves, Us with broken flip flops.
“Pull yourself up by your bootstraps”
Squealed the pigs.
They’ve never worn boots with straps in their life.
Your voice is hoarse.
Your heart aches with bruises.
You’ve been clawing at pant legs all your life, but you never even reach the waist. The concrete jungle is barren,
And your torch is flickering.
But you fight.
You kick and bite and snarl.
These pigs raised you like sheep, but in the end
You know that one day you’ll bite them
like a wolf.

and now for a fun one!!!

when life gives you lemons, you say no way!
when he asks why, you should say
ill shove em up ur ass, so go take a hike!
i’ll only take cash, or a cool new bike.

ok that is it for now but i will probably update this later