Ashik vs Sorna

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/ashik-vs-sorna

Most people think the town of Worthing in County of Sussex
Is not so interesting and full of old folks, dried-up wrecks
Awaiting Grim Reaper's visit with his merciful scythe;
Worthing's Big Event the cleansing of public toilets causing tums to writhe
Bringing odours strong enough to ensure catastrophic
Mass retching and pumping out of breakfast in puddles of sick.

Ok let’s get this straight
Life isn’t all that great
There is hell knocking at my door
And bodies on my bedroom floor
There is chaos in our eyes
And people full of lies
But why don’t we rise
Rise above all our problems and fears
And stop crying tears
Sure, we aren’t perfect
But life is worth it
Don’t you want to grow old one day
Or celebrate your children’s birthday
I want to live my life
Become someone’s wife
I want to see my grandchildren play
And think hey we’re okay

On holiday at Disney's Parisian dreamland,
I went riding hood on a giant dildo
White as snow, such as Walt meant
Smiling he said: "Such vulva place."

Casual sex with garlicked Goofy in the park
Dimmed lights dim sum afterwards
May the memory be permafrost
And Goofy to me still in his tights.

When Eros twitched his bow
I knee-trembled to a little death
Hot juice dripped ex hot lips
Voice called out: "Do you still vulva?"

What a sad degraded world it is we live in:
Violent, adulterous, hypocritical cruds
Masquerading as celebrities, Hollywood heroes,
TV entertainers and basketball studs;
And that's just the half of it.

At the edge of sumac, sassafras and pine
Shielded by the folio canopies you adore
you nestle barefoot atop the carpet of moss
A simple thing the sun had no part in
Just outside your sanctuaries rim; and the tips of your unfilled fingers
Sway a field of scented samples of all a woman is made of

October is a scary month
In more ways than one
It means the end of summer
For me, that means the fun

Endless raking leaves
Temps are dropping fast
Get everything winterized
Ready for Winter's blast

The streets are looking spooky
We got some fog last night
I've seen my grandkids costumes
They're some scary sights

October's almost over now
Halloween still to come
Hey kids, I take you "Treating"
Make sure you save me some!

I could really get into you
Easily love you even
But there are differences and
Friends can be cruel.

I could be your best friend
I could say it; just fill your ears
But with friendship comes trust
And you trust to easily

I could marry you
Live and thrive between the walls
But with love comes devotion
And you love to easily

I will not say goodbye
It would be the nice thing to do
But with nice, comes your smile
And I cry to easily

By: K. Mulroney

I’ve walked this road a thousand times
and probably a thousand to come
Changes are subtle but still they befuddle
My eyes catch the shifting of some

The mist has arrived in dusks fading light
The shadows that fall now seem twisted
I take cautious steps not knowing why
Now find myself taunt and tight fisted

The concrete seems soft, leaving my mark
Behind me the trail disappears
My eyes are deceiving but ears are receiving
the low groans they suddenly hear

It is so sad to feel this way
The glue has come undone
I see no way to remedy
The twisted side has won

A world that races wildly on
With plundering and shame
The only way to sidestep this
Is play that deadly game

An entity of greed and force
Lives totally aware
Inside my intellect it breeds
Those wicked words of flair

That is the way I capture them
And toy to my delight
That words of beastly attitude
Will mirror their hate tonight