The PreHistoric days

Today I found a text, from a long forgotten time.
This text was full of hope, it did not look like mine.
At least I can't remember, that I once could feel such things.
Because, now there's so much darkness, and anger in my fist.
God be a light, and all that other crap.
I just want to punch this ugly little chap.
But one time I felt something else, and it was shiny and clear.
It smelled a lot like sweat, but I held it very dear.
Could it really be? Can it be true?
How come it went from Lolipop to a poop review?

I sit here in wonder, feeling barely zip.
Aw screw it! Donkeys ass and Holy mother of
...
I bit my lip.

My mice in my pocket

The land by the sea

Or

How to dance the Purk
"I look down the ocean, but all I see is puke."

No welcome party. No cake. No inflatable horse made of real and hard-to-collect bullet air that made the horse go "Neigh" if you poked it. The Queen sat down on the stairs. Tired. Bored. Angry. Or maybe just a bad stomach. She could never tell now a days. At least she had been sung to. And little twinkle twinkle dots had appeared in her stomach. The Queen loved that things like that still happened. But, she thought, maybe that was the last one from that direction. Well, she did have a lot to do. So no point in sitting on the stairs. The beautiful and long stairs. Every step lined with a word of beauty. That was going to be hard. Never mind. Keep your head high and never ever fall over again. THEN it will be fine. She brushed her dress, not that she needed to, the mice in her pocket always kept it clean, and started making projects for her Kingdom. No rest, that can wait. She wanted to make all the things that was promised her come true. She had time, and she was not going to waste it anymore.
At least she still had her looks.