#stank - Hello Poetry

Airing out ***** laundry, is in turn, walking on a thin line — The very line where those garments dangle; but let a gentle breeze stir up, and suddenly, That foul scent rushes back to you, and starts to assault your nose, _Catching you off guard, and before you know it!_

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Apr 20, 2025

Apr 20, 2025 at 6:28 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Laudry stank

Airing out ***** laundry, is in turn, walking on a thin line — The very line where those garments dangle; but let a gentle breeze stir up, and suddenly, That foul scent rushes back to you, and starts to assault your nose, _Catching you off guard, and before you know it!_

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I know two older men that I used to care about, that go to the ER about 100 times each per year. Costing 100's of thousands of dollars to medicaid and medicare. As far as I know they never really paid taxes, which really doesn't matter to me. They go to the ER, only to be sent home, as their insurance is billed. One of the men, went to a local doctor 4 times in past two months...the 4th time they said they found a spot on his lungs, and he needed to come back and have it checked. He went yesterday to have it checked, and I am sure they will find it has gotten worse. Anyhow, he was at the ER twice today with breathing problems and high blood pressure. I had told him two years ago that if he keeps going to the doctor, they will find something. What we choose to think about always becomes more intense. If it is disease we think of, we get disease. He is all to pieces and I can't say I care, since this man watched me stop taking heart meds that they claimed kept me alive, and that was two years ago. He uses the local Catholic charity constantly to get free food, and then ends up at a Catholic hospital, sick. We manufacture sickness and wellness within ourselves. No faith needed...just belief. Our biology is what we believe it is. We are the only animal who can supposedly die of millions of different diseases. Think.

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Jul 27, 2022

Jul 27, 2022 at 12:11 AM UTC

GaryL

We Get What We Look For, or What They Look For

I know two older men that I used to care about, that go to the ER about 100 times each per year. Costing 100's of thousands of dollars to medicaid and medicare. As far as I know they never really paid taxes, which really doesn't matter to me. They go to the ER, only to be sent home, as their insurance is billed. One of the men, went to a local doctor 4 times in past two months...the 4th time they said they found a spot on his lungs, and he needed to come back and have it checked. He went yesterday to have it checked, and I am sure they will find it has gotten worse. Anyhow, he was at the ER twice today with breathing problems and high blood pressure. I had told him two years ago that if he keeps going to the doctor, they will find something. What we choose to think about always becomes more intense. If it is disease we think of, we get disease. He is all to pieces and I can't say I care, since this man watched me stop taking heart meds that they claimed kept me alive, and that was two years ago. He uses the local Catholic charity constantly to get free food, and then ends up at a Catholic hospital, sick. We manufacture sickness and wellness within ourselves. No faith needed...just belief. Our biology is what we believe it is. We are the only animal who can supposedly die of millions of different diseases. Think.

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That Smell you smell on the road.... A motorcyclist farted

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Mar 14, 2019

Mar 14, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC

TemporalFugue

WHOA there Doggie! (10w)

That Smell you smell on the road.... A motorcyclist farted

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Well blow me down, and spit me out my salmon can gone awry Spilling in my lap and chair I think, that I, will die My co-workers gag and complain I'm embarrassed as all hell Never will, another can I bring to release, such an awful smell I've three more hours to contend smelling like a bad bait shop No way, no how, to pretend this odor, ever stops Home I'll go, when my shift ends and do, some needed laundry Nothing to say that could defend a stinky, clumsy, spilling spree Tomorrow, I'll procure Febreeze and apply it, liberally Hopefully killing, this fishy whiff escaping, notoriety

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Jun 26, 2017

Jun 26, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC

TemporalFugue

Never again Charlie

Well blow me down, and spit me out my salmon can gone awry Spilling in my lap and chair I think, that I, will die My co-workers gag and complain I'm embarrassed as all hell Never will, another can I bring to release, such an awful smell I've three more hours to contend smelling like a bad bait shop No way, no how, to pretend this odor, ever stops Home I'll go, when my shift ends and do, some needed laundry Nothing to say that could defend a stinky, clumsy, spilling spree Tomorrow, I'll procure Febreeze and apply it, liberally Hopefully killing, this fishy whiff escaping, notoriety

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