FORK

Days like today I want to use all of my words at once
Excluding the one that rhymes with baseball bunts
I want to scream to the world and on every website
How everyone can line up and out of me take a bite

I feel like a prickly cactus and every sense of the simile
There is no cure some days - so just let my attitude be
I can even be a dog on a leash, think just like a girl
Step into my mind right then, I'll make your hair curl

I'll even say that word that is a metaphor what you step in
I know, I know, most of these words belong in the garbage bin
But on days like today, at this moment as I write
My rude word list is as long as the tail of a kite

Occasionally I'll resort to the f word, don't think of a fork
Fortunately I've got a bottle stopper on myself, a type of cork
It's simple really, a muzzle on my cussing, trash talking mind
If you swear like me, well, I swear I like your kind

Once in a while it's healthy to just let every word in your head go
Just remember who is around listening, or you'll hit a new low

Nosy

I don't think how you realize 

When you look with prying eyes 

And try to find the lies 

Or try to make me rise 

A little bit of me dies 

The rest of me just sighs 

Your questions are like flies 

Always buzzing in my eyes 

I don't think you realize 

That around you there's a disguise 

I pretend I only have highs 

Everything rosy with pies 

But I question you with whys 

As if you want me to be a prize

My head cannot hold the size 

Of you trying to be wise 

I don't think you realize

How I don't like what you advise

Can you hear yourself chastise? 

Or is this actually a surprise 

On how I can improvise 

These words I truly despise 

Can you hear my hidden cries 

This plea does not need a reprise

Old Love Letters

Do you remember in elementary school swapping notes?
Then finding the torn super secret messages in your coats?
Of codes that you've forgotten how to read over the year
But if the teachers could read them, oh how we did fear!

In middle school there were less real words and more codes
Usually about homework and how we all had loads and loads
Do you remember writing about your crush of the day
Or you blushed the first time he said to you 'hey'?

High school we became a bit more sophisticated in our ways
Texting and typing, no more letter writing in our days
There were a few notes stashed away in our lockers and books
But not often, after awhile we'd develop the 'cellphone looks'

As we age our love letters become more concrete each year
And attached with less 'hi sexy' but more 'I adore you, dear'
The littlest things, such as opening the door, become appreciated
And the best of these things never become outdated

Whether you are young, wild and free or older and a bit tame
You should know that love is forever, and for every gentleman and dame