#ploy - Hello Poetry

Have you heard about the great democratic power that’s ready to devour? Looming in every ocean and across every sea. Their military bases pepper the globe like a bad dermatologic disease. Their basal ******* bow and pray, to the illusion of money made, made out of thin air, truth is, there ain’t no money there! And their army’s are dwindling as a matter of fact, their societies have grown lazy, crazy and fat.. Not many warriors to fill the void. That’s why their war machine is just a ploy… A rue, an illusion through and through.

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Aug 2, 2025

Aug 2, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC

TravelerTim

The Great Illusion

Have you heard about the great democratic power that’s ready to devour? Looming in every ocean and across every sea. Their military bases pepper the globe like a bad dermatologic disease. Their basal ******* bow and pray, to the illusion of money made, made out of thin air, truth is, there ain’t no money there! And their army’s are dwindling as a matter of fact, their societies have grown lazy, crazy and fat.. Not many warriors to fill the void. That’s why their war machine is just a ploy… A rue, an illusion through and through.

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Faux Play Webs of remorse cover my bed as I stumble back into brambles A place that acts as a sanctuary but looks like a crumpled napkin A recluse wet dream that concerns no cordials But those that comfort a king who bellows in his castle Built high out of stone and assured to one day be ruins A faux ploy to thou I’ve surrendered built on all of those who I’ve sundered A war within my own; where ballast meets ballast And blunder meets blunder

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Jun 14, 2019

Jun 14, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC

ZWS

FauxPloy

Faux Play Webs of remorse cover my bed as I stumble back into brambles A place that acts as a sanctuary but looks like a crumpled napkin A recluse wet dream that concerns no cordials But those that comfort a king who bellows in his castle Built high out of stone and assured to one day be ruins A faux ploy to thou I’ve surrendered built on all of those who I’ve sundered A war within my own; where ballast meets ballast And blunder meets blunder

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some were conned into doing the riddance job they'd been duped by the lad's egotistical cob how did he gain such an overarching rule more discerning folk picked him for a selfish mule those of no acumen got on side with his ploy they did the ousting to aid a wimpy Elroy and still they're willing in carrying out his dodgy drift cause the lad hasn't a scintilla of spinal lift

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Apr 2, 2018

Apr 2, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Lift

some were conned into doing the riddance job they'd been duped by the lad's egotistical cob how did he gain such an overarching rule more discerning folk picked him for a selfish mule those of no acumen got on side with his ploy they did the ousting to aid a wimpy Elroy and still they're willing in carrying out his dodgy drift cause the lad hasn't a scintilla of spinal lift

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It's Christmas day Everyone's smiling Everyone's fake. Joy is lacking, Emptiness is raging, and no one cares about anyone, just everyTHING. Why have we gotten So superficial? What has come To the world, That we should behave, In such a way? You get everything on your list. It's still not enough. You should be content, But your fake smile Is the closest thing To happiness you know. Your family is together, But that may truly be A bad thing. Because, suddenly, No one is themselves, And you're all transforming Into little Barbie dolls. This Christmas, Just like all of the last, You ask yourself, Why isn't it enough? Well, I'll tell you why. You're focusing on the wrong, And not the right, The bad, Rather than the good, Santa, Rather than Jesus.

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Dec 25, 2014

Dec 25, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC

alexisa

Christmas Day Blues

It's Christmas day Everyone's smiling Everyone's fake. Joy is lacking, Emptiness is raging, and no one cares about anyone, just everyTHING. Why have we gotten So superficial? What has come To the world, That we should behave, In such a way? You get everything on your list. It's still not enough. You should be content, But your fake smile Is the closest thing To happiness you know. Your family is together, But that may truly be A bad thing. Because, suddenly, No one is themselves, And you're all transforming Into little Barbie dolls. This Christmas, Just like all of the last, You ask yourself, Why isn't it enough? Well, I'll tell you why. You're focusing on the wrong, And not the right, The bad, Rather than the good, Santa, Rather than Jesus.

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