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ManVsYard
Poems
Nov 2014
Ps. It is a RACE
How can I stop,
this lead filled shaft,
from texting about lies?
Spreading words that
expose some truths.
Order:
Cheese, burger and fries.
Orders to desist,
from the right-thought cops,
make my wood wand, wiggle
spurting tiny dots
on paper.
Some puns, to make one, jiggle.
Onions, mustard.
Halitosis.
How, this parch-
ment does stink!
No more fragrant
lines that clatter;
old stained platter in the sink.
Bold pro-nounce-ments.
Dec-la-ra-tions.
Little ditties, catchy rhymes.
Freaky fables,
twisted gristers.
Mills churning, fruit, from ripe vines.
Meals of corn gruel.
New! Eye candy.
Salivate on par-a-graphs.
Drooling foolish
in - u - endos.
Reveal wisdoms: walked down paths.
Rebuilding brains,
is the point,
of these obscure, obscene words.
Lettuce listen
to the crunching
of our inner munching herds.
Power surging,
from vibrations
as the cantor, picks up pace.
A light comes on.
Awaken- ness!
Gulp! Right in the nick of time.
Ps. It is a RACE.
Written by
ManVsYard
68/M/Texas Gulf Coast
(68/M/Texas Gulf Coast)
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