Panda Coach

A bundle of cubs,
loved strawberry pies and peanuts,
hypnotized by its promised nirvana.
Oh, such a delusional aroma!
A skinny vulture,
desperate to slaughter,
like a thief of life.
Oh, such a bitter strife!

Shunned by its fellow,
this will be their last ‘Hello’.
Breathing dead air,
innocent hearts can’t even bear.
Time stops,
it grabbed the head of a baby fox.
Torn by greediness,
violent hues flowed restless.

They can’t run away from their fate,
this is nature’s way that I hate.
Its hopeless screech,
begging from your reach.
Its sudden end,
made me curse my bed.
What’s the point of wishing?
If it can’t be answered by praying.

Nobody wants an unlucky omen,
yet the vulture had a reason.
Destined to live or die,
willing to give up or try.
Press rewind,
learn to unwind.
Press play,
and don’t even dare to stay.


Morbid Unicorns

The beauty behind the madness,
breached her own dreams and promises,
for somebody,
who is just a nobody.
That dreary night,
she swore to bite,
and rip the neck
of the woeful brunet.

Imprisoned in the heavens of Lucifer,
the gargoyles mercilessly gnaw her.
She was out of breathe
nearing for her death.
A flock of ravens,
unshackled her from wretchedness.
She signed another contract,
it’s time for a pay back.

Her flames will no longer turn into ashes,
her wit will forever lit the matches.
The tongue-tied myth,
don’t ever trust anyone with
pearly whites,
and fancy ties.
They might be holding a knife,
and may steal your life.

Build your army,
flare up like it’s World War III.
Cut your crown,
and promise me that you’ll never frown.
Let your colors whirl,
as if you’re the most beautiful girl.
Write your own story,
not with a pen, but with bravery.

Minnie The Moocher

The drums are banging,
the trumpets are screaming.
Royally glamorous,
her aura that will make you wordless.
Bouncy bumps,
soft plumps.
Here she comes,
the queen of all scums.

Some say she’s one in a million,
with a delicate heart that deserves a trillion.
Poor Jimmy,
giving out golds and diamonds for Minnie.
He didn’t know,
that the rose he once knew
was now a carnivorous threat to men,
his riches disappeared in a count of 1 to 10.

A castle with walls of jealousy,
suffocation is made with a necklace’s shimmery,
she drank a wine full of venom,
a deed that predicted to be a poison.
It was all about the nickel and dime,
daydreaming of marrying an uptown swine.
She didn’t have a mind of her own since it was molded with golden ducks,
even her heart was controlled by just a couple of bucks.