Said the man with beef between his teeth

So I avoided his nose and looked to his feet

Oh No! what are those!!

His toes looks like retired crows

With missing feathers and shit

If it was an endangered species it might have been lit

So I elevated my gaze up to his waist

Wait, is that toothpaste?

How did it get from his face to that space?

Do I want to know?

Hell to the no!

In the end I decided to look at the top of his head

Really is that a fly? Is it dead!?

Man I an done

I am going to laugh instead.

HI

Actully I meant to say bye

I am going to fly

I kinda wanna lie

That I am actully sly

But GOODBYE!

Don't cry from your eye

It will become dry

When I come back don't be different

Or I will die

Maybe I should try to spy

On you

Sorry! I forgot your name guy!

Well anyway! GOODBYE!

'

Three bucks is the prize,

Someone gets the pride,

Years of entries,

Who can choose?

Writers spend their afternoon,

Spinning words in mental looms,

Happy thoughts or impending doom,

Serious is just so gloom,

I look to another moon,

It needs to happen soon,

Rule of threes spins my runes,

Next stop is a successful boom.

Seriously devoted to eating giant banana pancakes, researching homemade rabbit costumes, and thinking about the faces people make during sex. Seriously engaged in irreverent bathroom stall philosophy, in leaving drunk voicemails, and watching awkward flirting in the wild. Seriously invested in hanging by my fingers from this tumbling little planet as it zooms through the cosmos. Serious is as serious does, after all. 

11.55

the dark and a moon shining in the sky...

It's the ending of the night

And you're waiting just for the midnight.

11.55 the time nobody misses the sky

I was born in darkness filled with lies

Nobody cares if the stars don't align

Even if they scream and cry

You wait for the midnight

Half sleepy and a half conscious mind

You call it a night

You are just waiting for the midnight

Chaoetic night, you want to skip the time.

Thats when I noticed

I was born on a little shy

Because with me its always

You want the time to fly

And sometimes it kinda makes me cry

Why so serious? Please tell me you did not just ask that to me.

Why would you expect me to be anything else? Give me something to smile about, and then maybe we can have a conversation.

Although given the fact that entries for this challenge do not close anytime soon, I am guessing you will have a difficult time with this.

"Why so serious?", they ask.

I have shared so many reasons,

Told too many excuses,

But I have more.

Which one to choose, 

After all,

This is my big decision for the day.

Maybe I'll make something up,

Like I always do...

I'm moving,

My brother was hit by a car,

My parents are splitting up... 

Or I could tell the truth...

I'm terminal,

I have two months to live, 

And I'm spending it at work,

With you people who don't care enough to ask if I'm okay.

But...

"I'll be fine",

I say,

In response to the question,

But not the one they asked.

Who is the man that sits softly in the night?

What is this feeling that stirs inside?

Where did my soul get permission to dance?

When will it propel me forth to act?

Why must I suffer this passion inside?

How can I fight it? Can I deny it?

The passion inside stirs forth, a volcano.

My body propels forward.

While my mind’s screaming “hell no!”

Deep inside I can’t fight it

I must love and let go. I can’t deny it.

Passion is nature’s distraction.

Why am I so serious about being an angel

For one reason only it a joke to everyone

No one know how much angels joke around

Let me tell you they are always partying

I will never believe they spayed cheese whiz in my perfectly good hair

Angels are wild and angry sometimes

We let loose our crazy sides sometimes

Even I do too

However, I rather take my guardian angels duties seriously

That unless someone makes me really mad

Then someone better hold my halo

Then run away from me

I go full bat crazy when I get mad