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#5minutepoems
Oh ache I ache Look at my aim My ache is the answer Block that shame Father that baby Baby that father Shame your brother Blubber and bother Bother that blubber Sober, I slobber Clobber that slobber Aim to smother my lover With harangues to the beat That will bloom in this box I harangue till the end Blooms ends with tick tocks
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
verbs that are nouns that are verbs
I am a machine How 'bout that I ought to run lean But I am not clean Ran over a cat Made quite an impression My passenger spat: "That feline is flat" Intake, compression Ignition, exhaust Here's my confession (Oh what an obsession) And what is the cost For sweet release? For toxins tossed? Redeem what is lost I **** squeeze, Bang, blow... Forget to say please, Run hot with ease My fluids are low I'm 'bout to run dry A gasket might go And oil won't flow Oh why even try This machine is obscene My insides will fry And soon I will die
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
**** Squeeze Bang Blow
Would God dismiss this life I took and banish me based on my first sin? A damaged youth, Adam is proof, He ****** me too, but she sinned first. Mother dear, my friend, my rib, you saw him too, when he tried to leave you. He's different now you must be proud, he slayed himself, no dirt, such clean shoes. But I caught sight of it just before he changed, and saw him shatter those plates on your head. Wait, I do remember my first sin. I bottled my rage and loved everyday, I mastered my mind and captained my life, it was so nice, a hero to none, I never battled anyone; I just thrashed the table. I thought there was nothing wrong with shattered plates.
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 2:43 AM UTC
First Sin