Epigrams

Date

In her tight black dress,

she’s eager to caress me.

In the bathroom I panic and stress,

finding the toilet paper roll is empty.

Killer of the Week

The culprit was soy.

We threw it out, all it did was annoy.

My mother found a strange joy

Studying new food

that could kill or harm. “You’d

better stop eating that crap, or you’re screwed!”

Reality TV

Terrible people, famous for being terrible:

I’m glued to the TV with my wife; it’s unbearable.

Hipster

Vintage records, Polaroid photographs,

fixed gear bikes, and an eighties mustache.

-Your Obsessive Chronicler,

Ryan

A Day in the Eyes of The Grim Reaper

A Day in the Eyes of The Grim Reaper

Blue sky, birds singing, offset by street clamor.

Bodies rush and bump, awkward exchanges are made.

People from all walks of life search for glamour.

Millions of faces destined to fade.

Orange skinned women injected with pseudo beauty

chatter hollow words as they pass by,

while a mother buries herself in her phone, forgetting her duty

attending to her baby’s desperate cry.

By day, businessmen trample all in their way.

By night, they drink and gamble,

relaxing while strippers struggle to earn their pay.

Hopes and dreams left in shambles.

They’re as good as swine.

Their souls are mine.

-Your Obsessive Chronicler,

Ryan