SexIf you are expecting me to talk about sex, because this poem is titled that wayYou will find nothing relating to such matters; the purpose was to lead you astrayI could have titled it "Individuality," "Independence," or even "Good Intentions,"But truth be told, no poetry would I have sold; my work would receive no attentionBecause I do not have the courage to speak my mind and defy the status quoI feel that it is best for me to trot down the easy roadThe road in which a senseless rhyme can lead you to successThe road in which you will be worshipped for exposing your bare breastsThe road in which nothing else matters if you are tall, slim, and tanThe road in which you are praised for accomplishing something anyone else canWhy should I take this path though?Why should I let my virtues reek?Why should I fabricate abhorrent rhapsodies that defy my own beliefs?I would rather die than allow submission to self-treasonPeople change themselves for all the wrong reasonsWhy should
Freak ShowGreetings, what brings you here?To this place, this place of queer?Don't you know the dangers you'll find?Here in my show of wonderful lies?I persume you'd like to take a peekBut I garantee you'll defilently shriekFor this is no children's gameEverything here is far from saneCome now, follow meStep into a world of mysteriousPlease don't hesitateGet your chance before it's too lateAh-ha!You've made up your mind!Wonderful, fabulousWe're right on time~opens curtain~Ah-ha!My circus of freaks!My collection of disembodied creatures!Introduction, introductionKnow my friends wellSoon you'll be under their spellFirst off, there's Black WidowHer silver webs line the windowsAs you can seeShe's not spider nor manIn fact, she's bothFirst and only in the land!Over here resides the twinsTheir stuck together, look at them grin!At least their happy, wouldn't you be?Having a companion for all eternity?Next to that, there's some place wetWhere you can meet my most precio
Deadly MasqueradeI invite you to a ball of the nightA masquerade that's filled with frightI will meet you there...if you dareYou don't want to miss this festival of scareGhosts, ghouls, spinning redsEnter alive and leave here deadTwirling, whirling, waltzing aroundDance til you hit the groundTrace of lace, satin gownsMysterious masks, golden crownsAlluring sites, so what's the wait?Come on in, right through those gates!You're perfectly fit for a gala like thisAnd looks sure could kill (get the twist?)You could die by vanity or die in spiteEither way, you won't live past midnightSo grab a date, a friend or twoTogether, you can party throughThe last few hours of your livesAt least you'll have fun while trying to survive
WarriorShe walks down a busy street,Pushing through the crowd.Headphones in her ears,Angry music playing loud.Hair is short and messy,Black nail polish is chipped.Combat boots thump loudly,Goodwill jeans are ripped.Eyes are rimmed with coal,And studs hugging her hips.She knows people are talking,But she couldn't care less.Their disapproval thrills her,She is amused by their jests.She grins at every passersby,Who stares with pure disgust.Her confidence leaves them speechless,Their judgement turns into dust.