Randolph : Writing

Dishonesty.  A True Poem.

Dishonesty. A True Poem.

A Poem by Randolph


A bit of a rambler, but it wouldn't shut the Hell up until I scribbled it out.
"My" Imp

"My" Imp

A Poem by Randolph


Not a "bad" morning. Typical really. Just exercising the Fool in my mind.
I'm Not Angry, I'm Mad

I'm Not Angry, I'm Mad

A Poem by Randolph


Does socially awkward giggling burn calories?
Tea for Two

Tea for Two

A Poem by Randolph


A victim of the air after the rain...
Walkies.

Walkies.

A Poem by Randolph


I got backhanded by Whimsy yesterday. All apologies.
Dinner

Dinner

A Poem by Randolph


No nonsense was harmed in the making of this Poem.
Be That Way.

Be That Way.

A Poem by Randolph


If you haven't been here, ask me when you're older.
Thursday. As Usual.

Thursday. As Usual.

A Poem by Randolph


I've no clue. Could be the Epilepsy.
Fine, D****t

Fine, D****t

A Poem by Randolph


One time I woke up and I didn't give a flying f&^%.
Mischief of Me

Mischief of Me

A Poem by Randolph


Babbling is the new Zen.