Ode To A Wee You know when you need a wee? And all that's about is a tree? Do you look about the zone, So your cover isn't blown, Or do you cross your legs and hope you don't pee?

Romeo You would have been Romeo, If your mother had her way, Which I think befits you nicely, If I'm allowed to say. Your smile lights up the room, It shines from ear to ear, And your smiles touch your eyes, Although you don't want to hear! Do you know who I am? Probably not you wonderful child, But I'll remind you all the time, You'll get bored soon and get wild. I'm glad you don't know, How different you are, But I wish, dear brother, You didn't have to meet the stars. Your #life might be short, This I hope isn't true, But if it is, and when it comes, I'll have spent all my time with you. I won't regret a single word, I won't regret a single tear, For your smile, young one, Will get me through this year. #life without you will be tough, But you'll know not a single care, Floating with all your rainbow friends, Among the clouds up there. ------------- Inspired by families with #life limited children.

Sweet Little Hoe She pulls her belt tighter and does up her flies, Pulls on her shirt, Picks up his tie, Her face in a grimace at what she's just done, She turns a blind eye, To what she's become. "The money I owe" says the man dressed up nice, Handing her cash, Cash for her spice. She smiles and gives thanks, for what? Who knows? For fucking and paying, Such a sweet little hoe. She leaves the hotel & heads back to her den, Where her pimp takes her money and rapes her again, She does what she's told to just get her fix, So she can forget, Her pimp and his tricks. All of you judging, who think you know, you never could, The tender age of 13... And you thought you understood.

Desire The desires you have are your most important feature. It says a lot about who you are, and who you want to be. If you ignore your innermost wishes, what can you hope to get from #life? Children never aspire to be solicitors, or to work in IT. They want to be Police officers, Doctors, writers, photographers, sports men and women... And somewhere along the way they lose their vision. They stop chasing their desires. At some point, our desires start involving others. What we desire is another person. Maybe that's where we lose our desire... when we can't have the strongest desire we know of.

Burning World I've looked around once or twice, At this world of ours, And can't believe the stigma we place, And who society bars. We bar the fat, the rich, the poor, With morals of our own, And impart all our own religions, On everyone we know. Christianity fights to keep out gays, From marrying in their church, And extremists blow up buildings, And put their "God" first. Men with guns shoot kids in schools, Why? We'll never know, The raped and killed by gangs of men, Their case is overthrown. Pedophiles are free to roam, And kidnap our boys and girls, Men with weapons, batter the old, Just to take their pearls. With all this hate and all our faults, This world is crashing down, God left us long ago, to burn, Without a frown.