Drowning In A Grocery Sack: Revolutionary ImproVerse Iambic Poem

The plastic grocery sack/
floating on Utah Lake/
became a death trap/
for the curious/
foraging muskrat./

So why did we laugh?/
What a horrible way/
to die like that,/
drowning
in a grocery sack.

No Dater Karaoke King: Revolutionary IMprov Iambic Poem

Do you
want to
guarantee
no-date
misery?

Be the headliner
whiner,
the gooner
crooner,
at Krazy
Karaoke!

There are women who/
feel heartache even as they/
make men’s hearts take flight.

Too often my truth/
gets changed to fit my desires./
I must obey Truth*.
OR
I must obey Him.

You know rev’rence is/
poor when you want to go to/
the hall. It’s quiet.

I don’t care who knows/
what I did wrong. I can then/
speak of repentance.

She stood, beautiful,/
not knowing she was. He could/
just repeat the truth.

Are you capable/
of loving truly? Always?/
Then you deserve it.

When I’m quiet, I/
could be hurting, or maybe/
blissfully happy.

If I don’t write poems/
for her, that don’t mean nothin’/
‘ceptin’ that I’m tired.