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Most poems

Are just

VERBAL SELFIES

gone bad

//

YE know

Like the pictures of prom queens

With their ***** popping out

//

How we like to talk of our ****** misfortunes

//

Just

VERBAL SELFIES

with the ***** popping out


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If not ... (?)

WHY NOT ! .. ?


//

we are as debased a lot of soul sick creatures

As has ever existed ANYWHERE !

//


read your own poems !

//

THE MAD AND INSANELY

CRUEL AND SADISTIC WAY

YOU SEARCH FOR LOVE !!

//

such pathetic examples of god's grace

//

we are shame incarnate

//

The rage-aholics

The silent mental abusers

The psychological enslavers

WE **** AND ARE ******  !


:::


Come dear child

Enough is enough


This is no place for such as you to play

We shall go home

If it takes 1000 years

No worry

We ARE going home


.

/            \


< d o  y o u   s a y

YES ?

or


d o  y o u  s a y

NO ?

//

The whole world awaits your

PERFECTED JUDGMENT !

//

We do need

LEADERSHIP

Now


//



These fiery times


( Joey wants to get laid

He ' ll be back

When it's all over !! )

::

These fiery times

Walking around with

Our head up
Our *** !



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( how are you ? )




""

The long day

This peculiar season


Lives

Devoid of reasons for even

Existing at all

))


falling for the ugly

Lies

That are all around us now

((

It's all
Good

))

You too are strong

((

in a moment of pure

Memory


Everyone and everything

Will become what

They truly are

)(



..

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oh

Dear friend !

We must

Climb the high mountain

Again


) 0 (


warrior love


enough of the pathetic

Whimpering

//

We never loved

We never lost a lover


//

It was all


A FANTASY

About

A FANTASY

!!!!!

trying to ease the pain thru pain

!!!!!

One life !

The eternal soul !

//

::

//

Bare breasted she

Beauty incarnate

Reveals the power

Always well hidden

But ready to serve

::

She gathers all
Lovers

Within her heart

She headed for holiness

So long ago


:;

I see

The long hard road

It won't get easier


IT'S TIME TO GO


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<>
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She likes to walk bare breasted

Down exclusive beaches

Where rich young boys may buy her body

And rich old men may buy her drinks

••

she likes to feel her thighs rub together

And her ***** start flowing

And her ******* start rising

)(

She dreams of being free

••

The loves to be naked at the pagan ****

Where ritual torture and *** do merge and mate

)(

Wild eyed and madly

Fornicating with the Elite

•

Giving blow jobs to young boys

And eating out old ladies

)(

Bare breasted on the sands

Naked ***** in their eyes

Throbbing ******* before cool sea breezes



Free


Free at last !


)(


Selling her body to the young boys

gonna be a movie star some day


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• --- > .... no

//////

she wanders in the tall grass

••

That ******* sun finds her anyway

And truth is seen

//

We are compassionate

)(

She says :

DON'T LECTURE ME ABOUT LOVE !

I'M FREE !

as she cuts her wrists and lies down in the mud !

)(

We are compassionate

~~

No one ****** on her or ***** her

While she is unconscious

//

We are compassionate

••

We think :

MAYBE WE SHOULD NOTIFY
SOMEONE ?

but we don't

:::



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...




I

                                                      ­  .... )   The winds   ( ...

every one is dying

||                                  

little children

all in prison

Selling their bodies

As if it was their soul

•

Oh yes !

Oh no  !

"""

frenzied ****

Ugly
Stupid

Cookie cutter people

Totally controlled


•


Mass market commodity !

I see

Corpse like visions

Of emptiness

//

ain't no place to plant your seed

•

These bodies with no hearts nor brains

)(

Hey boy !

See the babes !


//

They say so many things

But oh the price you eventually pay

//

Stumbling thru

The

Poisoned fantasies



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Those who really need you

-----

A SONG BY

the 4 girls

••
••


After the lonely night fades

And we stagger home

)(

Illusions of intimacy

Drip down her legs

//

There !

See!

( WHAT ? )

I don't know

;;;

It's just a suffering child



••


Surrounded by real enemies

~~~

oh
The love we claim we seek !!!!!

•

No one believes her anymore

/::/

She writes her poems

In strict accordance to the NORM !

•

•

•

She'll make a fine bag lady

Some sweet day

////

The night fades but no dawn comes

)(

She cries silently

))

She doesn't really

TELL HERSELF

that

PAIN IS GOOD


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We can read the poems on HP

We can read of or watch the political campaigns

AND THEY ARE OF ONE

COOKIE CUTTER GENRE

::

( made up
Love )

•
•

On every level

We destroy ourselves according

To the societal and cultural norms

We are told is proper !!

•

There is really

ONE POET

ONE CANDIDATE

ONE MASS MARKET OF
THE WALKING DEAD

//

****** perversity !

**** poetry

**** politicians

And YOU

:;

willing victims who

Just get ****** !


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