#hunour
Walking through New Street Station
I saw a shiny bin.
It said "For Unwanted Literature"
So I put this poem in.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 8:25 AM UTC
Life at this moment you cant be bullshitting
me. There isn't an April fools that's getting
even close to what we find ourselves hitting
any where near to this. it's so unfitting.
But no matter the **** hitting the fan, I haven't got
any bog roll. I can only poo outside before I'm caught.
But leaves are natures wipes and I'm dammed if aught
I'll sleep with skids on my sheets, but if I do I'll just smile.
But underneath I gag as the sweet corn is natures reminder
to wipe before, as they feel like coffee not put through the grinder.
I feel like crap my legs woefully tanned, not because of the sun,
crap skidding my legs, as if you lift the sheets its a gross viewfinder.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 5:33 PM UTC
The only **** I ever attended was sadly a **** one
so I couldn't participate for moral reasons
and my bumboy-friend was with me anyway.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
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*1
Paired truths' paradox
Instant gratifications
Dissatisfactions
2
Black and white suits drone
Crushing joys in stale board rooms
Wishing for lunchtime
3
Only prints can touch
Rejection up on the screens
Instant messages
4
At water cooler
Smiles are leaving as they begin
Punch clock is waiting
5
New lovers are blind
Eyes on mobile devices
Hands in empty laps
6
Paper copies voids
Work a day world is shuffled
Even carpets smudged
7
Message coming in
Break away from actuality
Machine is turnoff
8
Monitoring tables
New job for prince or princess
Thrown cushy with wheels
9
Economy rules
Each worker replaceable
Sociopaths king
10
Drones chirp in dreamworld
Beyond corporate glass room
Birds singing outside*
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC