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manager demanded: write for all of 'em conscience claimed: write yesterday time stopped passing by yesterday i floated above the hudson river grand mansions polished shores self-storages swamps vultures scavengers the pillage started when scavengers pillaged prey don't get me wrong you get me?
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
PPLR Demand
Dark dirt and darker skys The only light of the pale moon to guide me This tranquility, forever in this Realm of dying, deceased, and nevermore to be I, am the scavenger With my *** I search Through decaying birch, Oak, trees, leaves, plants of all My goal is the vessels Of the deceased animals I collect the ends of their stories The periods at the end of their sentences Bones, brittle and left behind Accompanied by flesh Decaying, rotting, demolished by The cycle of mortality The end of one story Safely kept in my bag Forever remembered I hope they thank me
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
the scavenger
We, the voice of the most oppressed, Work in the profession remaining the most humble, Throughout histories, as slaves our lives still remain tumble, With our strangled necks, we are deliberately suppressed For the centuries, our voices remain unheard, Like a weeping fish at the sea, We are treated zombies at the rush of a blood, Collecting by hand, the human society’s poops & pea Things for us got intensely worse, We work as a group with an isolated curse, For our livelihood, go into manholes as bare-bodies Mostly get out as dead-bodies From pathology to oncology, We are treated untouchables, even by the modern technology We are the oxygen-offering trees that remain green Hurting ourselves, collecting excreta making this world neat &clean With our hand-cuffs we shout and fight, Rulers remain drunken-deafs to our plight, Hell with your knowledge, to those who go to college And keep pushing us to the drainage, We remain living dead and frustrated, to get our right When asked about work, we remain dumb and blind, Fearing the responses to our ***** revelations, Because humans are unemphathetic and unkind To get our life some elevations. Our mind said us “Please think! Please Think!” When we revolt not to work, societies stink, We warn, Witness your locality ***** To our sufferings, if you keep blank & empty. We are a collective voice, Representing inhuman humanity, That keeps the society on a poise, So raise your voice, with a clarity of choice To get us work with the utmost dignity!
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
A Deadly cry of a manual scavenger
We, the voice of the most oppressed, Work in the profession remaining the most humble, Throughout histories, as slaves our lives still remain tumble, With our strangled necks, we are deliberately suppressed For the centuries, our voices remain unheard, Like a weeping fish at the sea, We are treated zombies at the rush of a blood, Collecting by hand, the human society’s poops & pea Things for us got intensely worse, We work as a group with an isolated curse, For our livelihood, go into manholes as bare-bodies Mostly get out as dead-bodies From pathology to oncology, We are treated untouchables, even by the modern technology We are the oxygen-offering trees that remain green Hurting ourselves, collecting excreta making this world neat &clean With our hand-cuffs we shout and fight, Rulers remain drunken-deafs to our plight, Hell with your knowledge, to those who go to college And keep pushing us to the drainage, We remain living dead and frustrated, to get our right When asked about work, we remain dumb and blind, Fearing the responses to our ***** revelations, Because humans are unemphathetic and unkind To get our life some elevations. Our mind said us “Please think! Please Think!” When we revolt not to work, societies stink, We warn, Witness your locality ***** To our sufferings, if you keep blank & empty. We are a collective voice, Representing inhuman humanity, That keeps the society on a poise, So raise your voice, with a clarity of choice To get us work with the utmost dignity!
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We dance in the ashes like Literary scavengers. In the ruins and after rages We draw the shreds of words and pages Around our naked bodies like Blankets, A quilt of the quintessential struggle Which all people suffer
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:25 AM UTC
After they burn the books
. *Throw him scraps from the table. Feed him tiny morsels off the lean. Offer him last dregs from the barrel.* He’ll take anything you’d part with... For his eyes are blindfolded, and his mouth sewn shut. He sees yet he doesn’t know. He fights but he does not say. He can only piece together so much from mere dribs and drabs. *So toss this crow some loose change... Clothe this jackal in complete rags, And hand this vulture his just desserts.* He’ll swallow whatever you’re willing give him... Because he can no longer bear being left in the dark.
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
Scavenger
Throw rocks at my window, Hold the boom box up high. Send me on scavenger hunts, Make me search far and wide. Let me be your favorite song, A tune you can never get out of your head. Recall your fondest memories, Those of when we first met. Take me out to ball games, Introduce me to all your friends. I want to be your now and forever, I want the cheesy moments to last a lifetime. Take me in now and never look back, We can have a life we create out of whack.
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Your Typical Cheesy Love Poem