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emptyness is a
young mouse ******* on cotton
that you do not see
Mark Wanless Nov 2020
dog  dog breath  dog ****
smells like security now
in days of our need
Äŧül Nov 2020
Oh no, oh no,
No, Abdul, No.

It's not what you assume,
Not at all the religion of peace.

But yes, you guys drink camel ****,
So, yes, you definitely follow it.

With ***** on your head,
I see you dancing in the desert.

Yes, you follow it closely,
The black book of Satan.

What you are is nowhere peaceful,
Yours is not a faith in peace.

No, Abdul, no, what you follow is
The Religion of Camel ****.

Shantih
My HP Poem #1897
©Atul Kaushal
Yenson Jul 2020
Group think in unison disarray
morons looking for Camelot in mob's dive
we spoil for mind war but pray lend us our minds
in cloudy storms of magical red rains our brains were washed
to pristine white

Our masters tell us
its a remote affair so show us the moat
we will swim float and jump
masters says its a revolution
we are revved up but spare us the elocution

Some are saying this is mindless but we could not care less
though those wenches were careless
when they stole from the Moor
who was not from the moors in North York

A bright spark said its a vendetta of thieves
they cut of his tongue and said his brains had not
been washed proper
that he was calling a ***** a *****
yet the masters had taken our pitchforks and cudgels away
them dumb masters keeps on saying remote remote
and then control, control, then, power, power

now if you ask me fellow hicks in unison
this really is no time for **** roll
neither is it a time to go to the moat, what's it with this re moat
then they say its tower, tower
in Cromwells' name
are we being told to go via the moat for a **** roll in the tower
don't blame me they washed my brains a while ago.....
SATIRE.....What's wrong with you, have you lost your sense of humour, When asinine s say they are doing heads in, does that not make you roll on the floor in helpless mirth. Lighten up man, this is serious stuff we're talking about. Though I find it all incredibly hilarious,  people hang themselves when they are given this treatment, this is heavy stuff I have you know!
rowdy lee May 2020
one day these hungry eyes of yours
will disappear in others:

that's what I count with –

potential pain is a gate to peace
when you'll go through wisely
you can find out
that a man is on the world
primarily alone
than in a company

such knowledge is dignified
it has courage, determination
humor
style too –

and after all
there are too many wars
to take care
of these little ones

you bet anyway, I'll keep trying to keep you
what a woman you are
Maybe there is a grammar/meaning mistakes in my poems as English is my second language. Glad if you'll warn me. Thank you.
FloydBrandon May 2020
Fistful of **** and I don’t give a ****
what it takes
to get it the **** out of my hands
Sit over the edge if I have to
and land
in a fat ******* puddle of ****
fistful of ****
Julie Grenness Aug 2019
Today I'm  cooking some steaks,
I do believe steak is great,
I don't care what vegans say,
Maybe they should all ******* today!
Just kidding, believe what you like, I say,
I am cooking great steaks today!
No need to fuss, hold the bus,
Signed, one of the 'carnivores are us'!
bit of fun. Feedback welcome.
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
People like to **** in the wind,
But get upset when their clothes get wet.
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
You like to **** in the wind,
But get upset when your clothes get wet.
You're not going to like what I have to say,
But I am just going to say it anyway.

A barking dog in high heels,
Stops my voice from raising above my breath.
Changing channels to change our minds,
You should just go ahead and off yourself.

You tell me what to say,
You tell me what I should listen to,
You tell me what I should play,
I can do what ever I want to do.

******* invertebrate!
You can't stand by yourself!
Ron Gavalik Jul 2019
I stood in a pool of ****
in front of the ******
after watching a beautiful film
about a man who gets the girl.
Irrational tears clouded my vision
and blocked the putrid scents
of real life.
My body wanted me
to live in that story
a little longer.
That was nice.

–Ron Gavalik
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