It begins

This thing.

From where should this story start?

The blood, the tears,

or when two lovers were torn apart?

So very many wrongs,

so few rights,

but even in this despair,

shines a light.

Welcome. 

Call yo ma

 Through temples of doom and unrest,

each did make it through.

From unyielding wars to never ending quests,

both stood tall, brave and true.  

Basically like Gandalf - fo realz

They grew to be prophets,

to each his own,

bearing fruits of wisdom,

then very much unknown.

The City

On to the city, each descended.

 

First came he, 

the one with complexion light,

dressed in blue and trousers off white.

 

The came he,

reserved and dark,

in a solid suit,

sophisticated and sharp.

On to a tower did each climb,

all the townsfolk soon took mind.

Preach! Tell us!  Teach us!  

 

Be you angels? asked the women.

 

Nay, replied they, “we are but men”.

Don't bring no fake ass knowledge here chump

Learned we are, of many topics

and we tire of Peter Jackson’s hobbits.

 (weird)

Bloody hell,

So are we! cried the crowd

Deliver unto us a message,

Go on! Be loud!

On Love

Club Bangers

So to it then, we shall preach from above

we start on that dear topic of love

Greg: Fair is she, that maiden of love

So right that her symbol be a white dove

 


Ameha:  Fool, you are without a doubt

For love in this world has no clout

Look around you, what has it brought,

but blood, tears and numerous wars fought

Greg: Are you so blind that you truly cannot see

the power of love that resides in you and me

 




Ameha: Ha! Where was love the day Leo died,

while Kate Winslet lay cold, wet and cried?

Where was love, when Antonio was laid bare,

in Original Sin by Angelina and her…”hair”

 





Greg: Cock!  Each was a moment of great passion

Even if some of it was in suspect fashion

but we argue not of sartorial accuracy

but bear witness to love’s legacy

Ya dig

Ameha: A legacy is that of Caesar or Ming,

Not some super hot hoochie in the middle of a fling























 

Greg:  Are you not ready, your heart not free?

Find your woman man!

Be it one, nay two or even three

 






Ameha: Be done with such propositions, for they have no place

I beseech you to carry yourself with more grace

Greg:

Your hair, your hair,

it betrays your heart.

See how it sits flat and broken apart.

Let me be your pick and weave through you,

Tell me!  What did that forsaken harlot do? 

Ameha: Nope.

Greg: Stop being so silly and odd

let me help, you stubborn clod. 

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Ameha: I'm art, do you not see

Everything about me is a mystery 

On the Arts

Greg: Ah song in strokes, colors so radiant

Such exquisite beauty in Mondrian’s gradients

My love for art leaves me tipsy,

I could easily slumber as Rousseau’s Sleeping Gypsy

Ameha: You speak as if you’re in the know

when it’s clear you’re simply putting on a show

what do you know about the creative process

besides just being a massive hot mess

Art must seize and see your heart swell

raise you to the heavens and drag you through hell














 

Greg: Ha, you as WELL, speak as if you know

tell me, what art do you have to show























 

Ameha: Behold “The Way”

and see the city sway,

as they rejoice in the highlight of their day

Greg: Oh Ameha, though beautiful your fro

Plain and simple you are still no Van Gogh

   White Guy                                      White Guy        

Ameha: And who are you? Monet? Matisse?

You couldn’t even pass for a poor man’s John Cleese

















 

Greg: It’s true, I’m no painter,

I’m instead a brilliant sculptor

and what I sculpt lies beneath,

threads of cotton or even silk sheets

On Food and Exercise






 

Greg: Look at this body!

Tell me you don’t like what you see

the fruits of lifting heavy things repeatedly

Ameha: What has such a man ever done?
















 

Greg: How about become governor for one!

Greg: It is well known

and science has shown,

that you are what you eat,

and your choices you must own.

Forget the falafel, reach for that yam

eat clean, lift heavy and watch the ladies go “daym”

Forego blasphemies like Burger King and Chipotle

they pretend to be clean, and “have it your way”

















 

Ameha: Clearly you have no soul,

for have you truly had a Chipotle burrito bowl?

Greg: Malarky, for that is but a poor man's grape nuts
all can see that, no if, ands or buts.



















Ameha: That's as appetizing as a rice krispy
























 

Greg: Yet another stellar choice,

its like you get me

Ameha: I’ve peered into your eyes,

and cringed at what lies,

Your choices in foods see it that taste buds die

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Ameha: “Oh what the fuck Snapchat...another one”

Greg: “What?”

Ameha: “Unsolicited dick pic”

On Snapchat

Greg: “WHAT?! You too suffer from this pain?

Ameha: From which clearly there is no gain

Greg: We may be different you and I

But on this we must band together to survive

Ameha: Are you talking about the pic

Cause seriously i don’t need albums of dick

Greg: My pain is yours, your pain is mine

we are brothers in this war, our fates in line

Do you not agree that we must battle

against Snapchat, with sword, horse and saddle?

This scourge that haunts both me and you

will soon overcome fair maidens too 

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Ameha: I don’t care about maidens as much

I just don’t want my phone

blasted by dicks and such

Greg: Fair play to you my friend,

we will clear our devices

and see this annoyance end

Ameha: And so here we sit

united against Snapchat’s phallic bullshit

For on this we certainly agree,

from this day forth,

Grameha, shall we be.  

“Wait” cried the townsfolk,

“So what’s your final opinion?”

“Simple” replied Grameha,

“Don’t be asshole-dick-pic-sending minions”

 


And so they rode into the night,

swords in hand ready to fight,

fear not for at the gates, they shall defend

against the dick-pic plague that threatens to descend.