Author: T.M. Shorewick

Go, Ogle

Go, ogle
On the internet
Whether supple
Or upset

There are images
Serene
Or scrimmages
Obscene

It shrinks
The world
And stinks
Of the hurled

Insults
Fostering
Tumults
Yet bringing

Ranges of
Information
Maybe proof
Of reconciliation

Where in overflow
Of information
Peace might grow
A situation

Where all view
The next interpretation
And then grew
The next realization

Cemeteries

Cemeteries
Are a warning
Somebody did
Better than you

Would you spend
So much
To announce
Forever

Your role in life
And whom you screwed
It's so much strife
But eternal food

You sit in dirt
Eventually tossed
By a future skirt
Whom by you divorced

Why then dust
Looking to a new day
When you must
Into the atmosphere spray

You are eternaly laid 
Into a jail
Where debts are paid
And excuses fail