J.B. LeBuert Poems
(01) Serious Stuff
Dawn had approached and it slinked and slithered about.
It smelled the strong odors with its pointed short snout.
It knew how to hunt, creeping down and staying low,
The saliva began to secrete and to flow.
Her eyes were flickering, and skin pulsing with sweat,
Nothing would survive, anything that she now met.
It crouched down on the tree bough, just ready to pounce,
As big as an elephant, or light as an ounce.
Her teeth were shining brightly in the low moonlight,
It moved with grace and ease, never felt any fright.
Hair bristling with the sheer ...
Your twisted mind machinates in absurd plots
Idiosyncratic talents more related to knots
Ever scheming in intriguingly false passes
Idiotic persuasive arguments to quell the masses
Your disguise as an urbane sophist is crude
Fallacious argumentative rhetoric is rude
Deceiving personality traits disguised as a prude
Make me want to regurgitate my food