Its a wonder why i post to this site. In the words they've become mondane no less it was for your delight. Then it was to gain acceptance, in a futile attempt at pentenance. But soon it was to vent my contempt and frustration. At no one in peticular was there a dedication. It was in my mind to write something provocative and thought provoking. But it seems i'm found wanting and sometimes interpreted as though i was joking. Writting poems of society, love and humanity. The sanity, perplexity and animosity all with undefined style and always falling short, rendering a commonality. Even now an understanding of the purposed poets of great. Striving through volumes in the dwindling hours of late. Exploration to no avail. Struggling in conformity the manotany is unshifted in its state. So too is my legacy. I leave you with a joke........it is simply, me, with no debate.

Don't forget the ever flexible and pleasing BOB.....lol.

After that one i didn't have the stomach to ask her who she thought sacks the best. Especially since she should get the mvp for the best receiver.

After that one i didn't have the stomach to ask her who she thought sacks the best.

Now who's the funny one? I was talkin to my ex and she was tellin me how much she loves football. She said theirs nothing like a tackle from junior seau and i was like, your so right! Then she says, but watch out for that troy aikman he can get a ball in your eye. I'm like ya, i know he's got great aim. Them she gives me this look. So i say what...? She says aim? Chit no. I wasn't tryin to lick his asz! I don't really like football now.

She comes in spurts.....i mean the jokes. But anyway i'm no comedian but its nice to know i make people laugh with me instead of with my ex at me.

Everything i write is mine for the exception of that duck joke. This is all stuff i thought of on the fly.

Hey Fran you like roulette? Sure who doesn't right. Well she loved to go to play roulette with blackjack and i thought to myself wtf but said to myself she's blond. That's until i met big black Jack,

Well i'm glad your enjoying them. Had to leave early yesterday but thought of these this morning since you asked. You know the game crazy eights well i liked playin that until i realized she cheated and was picking up two and and layin two. Ironically my pool teams name was the crazy eights.

You know actually i remember she liked golf alot to.....something about nothing like getting teed up and using a good driver and its weird but she had a name for the driver too. Can't remember for the life of me but she did say she didn't like putter pete and his short game.

Or maybe like baseball since everyone gets to bat and hell if they hit it right they get to hit again. but beware if its not a homerun and just a popfly then your out!

You know i thought about it and she's more like snakes and ladders. She always has some snake going down on her while she is tryin to get high.

Because the chicken told him he would never hear the end of it.

NOw it seems she's more like a deck of uno cards cause she always picks up two to four and always gets it in the reverse.

Sure glad i've got a club and a spade cause my heart is broken and the one who broke my heart took my diamond.

You know funny thing is women are like a deck of cards too.... Well you should have a heart to be with one. And you'll definitly need a diamond to keep one. Well of course you'll need a club to please one and well the spades to make sure she don't tell your wife.

Good write Robert

Outside looking in, a beautiful talented Angel.

Couple weeks of catching up..its going to take a while there's been some good ones. Thanks for reading and commenting on my stuff. Btw i liked the poem on you profile, Nicholas. That poem hit home petty good.

Your right there are alot of people who profit from the pain of others. Thank you kc and mom!