Pussies Bite

Everyone knows that pussies bite
grab the wrong one and you’ll die.
Covering a turd in catnip
and they still wont bite,
but like the dog
temptation is way too strong.
Trumpy has to have the next Ms. U
upon his wall.
He covers himself in cash
and still the ladies wont flock.
So like a slimy little snake
he puts a few drops in their drink…
Oh no, this isn’t about chocolate puddin.
Nor do we really give a shit about the clowns in the street,
but today we’re faced with a momentous decision.
On which dumb-ass we want to lead us behind the trashcan
and take our life, our society, our freedom…
Both are raping the statue of liberty in the locker room
of a football stadium and
disposing the bodies in the lake.
No worries, one has killed a few less than the other,
our FATE will be OKAY.

It amazes me how crazy this world is
that I hear this everyday.
The pussies seen to be lured in,
Suffocated by the gold encrusted turd.
The only hope is they see the shit
before being grabbed up
and devoured by the rapists trance.

Can we be hopeful?
I believe that cats are quite wise, that Females are intelligent.

Capable of living without guidance nor control
even if the temptation is there.
You’ll think you’ve won….
but in the end,

You’ll fall
because Pussies pack a toxic bite.

(c) Chris Cariad 2016
-October 8, 2016


Dream On – Poem by Christopher Cariad

From the day of MLK jr.
came a spread of justice,
but quickly we lost that justice.
Oh, how us Americans forget so easily
the rights given to us,
the rights paid for us in blood.
But let us remember today,
before it is too late.
Let us grow that dream.
Let this freedom, once again ring.

Roots – Poem

Sometimes we have no choice
than to bare our roots
the ground from under us all be eroded away
leaving these roots
our truth
our story

they will stay.

(c) Christopher A. Cariad 

Mother Earth – Poem

God created nature to be healer
of this mind, body, and soul.
To allow mankind to center
ourselves and be whole.
To mother us in her womb,
piecing together our perfect selves.
Allow yourself to be nurtured
by the cord that ties us to nature,
because one day we’ll die.
Exiting this womb
into a new life.
Where we will be united next to our fathers side,
just waiting to marry his planetary bride.

(c) Christopher A. Cariad

Empty – Poem

I wonder at times
Why I’m here
This fear of living
Waste of life
These sins committed
But nothing
will I have when I die.

(c) Christopher A. Cariad 

We Are The Drones – Poem

We are the drones,
the mindless connoisseurs of hate and war.
We’ve lost all feeling and touch,
a disconnect to the world around us.
Wondering around this computer screen,
reading this text language and believing all that we see.
Our world has become trivial now.
These streets empty as these bombs hit the ground.
Minds of men are putty
with the majority molding theirs for death.

(c) Christopher A. Cariad

Lets Facebook – Poem

Lets post it all on Facebook
yo, what do ya say?
Lets let the world hear all of these cries and complaints.
Theres people starving, homeless, and dying.
So lets tell the world of our superficial ways
Why millions die outside.
This world,
a slave to this Facebook mind.

(c) Christopher A. Cariad