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Arlene Corwin Feb 2018
Every 4 years I post this, hoping that the message, although lighthearted, will come forth.

             The Doped Olympics

Why don’t they simply create a new branch
And call it the Doped Olympics?
By the laws of semantics
It soon would come into the language, legitimized:
Youth forgets past.
Soon the word would have lost its original shame,
While the name of the game
Would be guilt-free and blame-free,
And those who would qualify
Could have drug deliverance, muscles defined, bodies divine.
If they dropped dead at forty
At least they’d have entertained millions,
Fulfilled their ambitions,
Made lots of folk rich
And set records untold.
Let those few or many spend hours in training;
Let chemists develop concoctions so new
That the pole-vaulter flies,
The sprinter’s a jaguar,
The shot put is sent into orbits of space,
The long jumper jumps twenty meters
While men become fierce
And the women grow beards,
Which gives all of the chemists new projects to work on.
A yes to the ***** Doped Games.

The Doped Olympics12.2. 2004 revised 1.27.2016re-revised 7.25.2016  Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin
Especially aimed at those who dope themselves, yet want to compete
Àŧùl Dec 2017
You're my dopamine,
Yes, you are.

You're my excitement,
You're my only turn on.

You're my motivation,
You're my one & only love.

You're my encouragement,
Yes, you are my dream girl.
It took me 1 week to post this one.

My HP Poem #1682
©Atul Kaushal
TussyLambz Oct 2017
Performance:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrtxgFdTYO8

running running running
always running from something
always coming from nothing
but all day these beats be drumming

running running running
always running from something
what i summoned i can barely stomach
what i come with got me rushing

call it whatcha wanna
like a piranha i be up on it
got vocal bionics
got the local goddesses looking
honest to god
no stopping when I am cooking
a prophet when i spit that pudding
ducking from the crooked pigs
lifted off that chronic
it is what it is

never live like a *****
i can take and i can dish
never fake i really live for this ****
spit quick
so slick
a misfit
born christmas
but the lords can take this ****
wait for it
i found my place
like outer space
i was made for it

running running running
always running from something
always coming from nothing
but all day these beats be drumming

running running running
always running from something
what i summoned i can barely stomach
what i come with got me rushing
Satisfaction

Civil war began with whispering souls seeking setisfaction.
The floor is paved with thornes,
in streets filled with thugs
taking drugs seeking setisfaction in the sky world.
their dreams are getting high.
Like space race, we target from range.
South Africa's political system scar the hell out of me sometimes, we turn to shift our focus from keeping thugs off the street to taking our leaders down.
skyler Aug 2017
i feel dope sick
when you're not around
because your eyes
are euphoric
in a way
no one elses are
and just one look from you
makes me feel
indescribable
and i realise
i might just be an addict

s.s
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