Laurence Reads part 3

Once again, the best cure for complaining is poetry, so here’s four more original pieces to help you get through this Monday:

Laurence the poet/spoken-word artist/musician

The Electric Pickle

It started out
In a science class
Once upon a time

Used to explain
Sodium lamps
With its brine

How would you like a taste
Of my electric pickle?
My voltage rises from it
When my juices trickle

We stuck a fork
Into either end
And connected up a wire

We placed it there,
On some kind of stand
And then watched with awe

How would you like to taste
My electrical pickle?
My voltage rises from it
When my juices trickle

The teacher with
“Don’t try this at home”
Plugged it into the wall

Saying it was
Without measured ohms
Then showed us all

How would you like to sample
My electric pickle?
My amperage rises from it
My ample juices trickle

First the pickle dripped
And then half of it lit up
With a warm amber glow

Then it sizzled a bit
Steam came up
Boy! Did it smell

How would you like a taste
Of my electric pickle?
My wattage rises from it
When my juices trickle

How would you like a taste
Of my electric pickle?
My voltage rises from it
So won’t you give it a tickle

I know you’d like a taste

Come and meet me by the coffee tree

Coffea Aribica

Come and meet me by the coffee tree
We’ll pick and eat it’s long cherries
Pick them, hull them, scrub them, roast them,
Remove the silver skin
Then mill and grind them in

Put the ground up beans into the filter
Then pour the boiling water through
Watch the hot brown liquid drip down
Stir in sugar and milk with a spoon

So meet me down by the coffee tree
The perkiest place in town
It’s down near Dakar, by the sea,
Where the wild things are…

…And where the coffee, grows wild.

High Glass Horse

You mock me, scoff at me
But try to hide it real well
But I see right through your high, glass horse
I can see through, real well

You rant and rave, behind my back
Spreading rumors, like disease
Just get right off of that high glass horse
Or you just might lose your keys

You’ve only hurt yourself
In trying to drum me out
So lose the ‘tude on your high glass horse
You really have no clout

I know that you are jealous of me
But I cannot figure for what
I wish to destroy your High glass horse
You know I’m feeling cut

Now, I realize, that on your wings,
There is only artifice
So get right off of your high glass horse
And try to picture this

You find me annoying, and ugly and dumb
But you’re the one who’s mum about it
You try to damage me, while sparing my feelings
But it hasn’t worked for thee

This ugly idiot sees
Though you can’t understand
I’ve tried to be friends, but you’re just a fiend
I no longer will bother you

And of your horse, you thought opaque
It’s perfectly transparent and clear
So dive right off of your high glass horse
For you now have me to fear

Yes, I’m armed, and completely insane
So much for your ‘physical superiority’s’ use
I’ll kick you down from your high glass horse
For your friendship was a ruse.

Does this look like a bird?

Tow Trucks

Tow Trucks
And wreckers,
Wait there
Ominously

Like vultures,
Waiting…

Waiting for a wreck,
Their carrion.

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