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Kingdoms more, Kingdoms sore Passing the guards— Like busting bars Riddles compact— From the numbers,— Etched in Hollow Blocks The fact of goners— Hit the doors,— and punch the backs— In hied, to navigate the tracks— To boost out— Parts. Steep lands embed this twisted wanderer— Aches the leaves and humps— Pushing to slouch As I beg the ground— Not to pound— For the planes to switch rounds. Offsprings declined the measures— of luxuriant wands The caverns feed the infant's boredom Does hold the dome— For loitering dogs An insatiable **** That climbs for ripe fruits— And wildly shouts— The beggar's principles Here and there— Values— Then eats apples. The weathering turned the rocks to dust I must— crumple my tasks Ah, the shallows.. On search for walloped hearts— Of shortened wage;— Of weak grips Oh, I thirst for distance Lay down barks! Lay down! **** the shallows! God, oh God,— Is this the penalty for swindling clemency?— Just crumbs.. Just crumbs.. For open mouths.. Oh, why they broke it? Face down,— I crawl to this warmth They fade.. So I kneel for a while— With curved points— To the unknown shore What beauty relies from there? I am bandaged by whipped words Tell the pending men— Of my bare tense.. Sigh and sigh.. The sand and seaweeds Caressing the voyager's rest Refresh the bonds of East and West— From the rise and fall— Of Sailors' flow Collide the surfers— With tentacles of Immortality! The commands of Tides— Emerge a Hurricane— to blow its treasures— with the Strakes! Alas, the whales jump— Splashing with the crystals I know now.. The vast,— This is my Wealth— My True Luxury My Kingdom calls me.. I shall embrace my prize.. I swim the bottomless Abyss.. They landed on my spot— With only slacks on sand— And the surface reads— "Hah, I'm Rich Now!"
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 3:16 AM UTC
fheyra
"A Stolen Piece"
Kingdoms more, Kingdoms sore Passing the guards— Like busting bars Riddles compact— From the numbers,— Etched in Hollow Blocks The fact of goners— Hit the doors,— and punch the backs— In hied, to navigate the tracks— To boost out— Parts. Steep lands embed this twisted wanderer— Aches the leaves and humps— Pushing to slouch As I beg the ground— Not to pound— For the planes to switch rounds. Offsprings declined the measures— of luxuriant wands The caverns feed the infant's boredom Does hold the dome— For loitering dogs An insatiable **** That climbs for ripe fruits— And wildly shouts— The beggar's principles Here and there— Values— Then eats apples. The weathering turned the rocks to dust I must— crumple my tasks Ah, the shallows.. On search for walloped hearts— Of shortened wage;— Of weak grips Oh, I thirst for distance Lay down barks! Lay down! **** the shallows! God, oh God,— Is this the penalty for swindling clemency?— Just crumbs.. Just crumbs.. For open mouths.. Oh, why they broke it? Face down,— I crawl to this warmth They fade.. So I kneel for a while— With curved points— To the unknown shore What beauty relies from there? I am bandaged by whipped words Tell the pending men— Of my bare tense.. Sigh and sigh.. The sand and seaweeds Caressing the voyager's rest Refresh the bonds of East and West— From the rise and fall— Of Sailors' flow Collide the surfers— With tentacles of Immortality! The commands of Tides— Emerge a Hurricane— to blow its treasures— with the Strakes! Alas, the whales jump— Splashing with the crystals I know now.. The vast,— This is my Wealth— My True Luxury My Kingdom calls me.. I shall embrace my prize.. I swim the bottomless Abyss.. They landed on my spot— With only slacks on sand— And the surface reads— "Hah, I'm Rich Now!"
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He’s the kind that likes to swindle He’s always got some deal cooking, (His bait and switch game doesn’t dwindle,) When he doesn’t think we’re looking You went to school with a **** like this, He always claimed others were cheats. He showed up early only if and when They were serving food and sweets. But never showed up for the work Or did playground games honestly. He claimed twice the victories he had And lied to everyone constantly. All the deals he makes are scams He pulls the rug out from under. (Were his steaks really just spam?) And leaves giggling at his plunder. When he got older, he took his dad’s gold And parlayed it into a lifetime game Of promises not kept, and half-truths And, as usual, never once took the blame He preferred never to pay his bills And then bragged about how gullible The creditors were, and how they all Should really have charged him double. Hey, ** he thinks we don’t know Just what kind of game he’s playing. Just listen to his promises online It’s the opposite of what he’s saying. But that’s how snake oil salesmen are; They cook up a batch of ***** and herbs And sell it as a cure-all and hurt folks Then laugh and claim it’s what they deserve. And, when his books turn out to be cooked He lies about it way before you start. When asked how he could be so crooked He says, “That’s because I’m so smart!” He’s the kind that likes to swindle He’s always got some deal cooking. (His bait and switch game doesn’t dwindle) When he doesn’t think we’re looking
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC
brent-kincaid
SNAKE OIL, INC.
He’s the kind that likes to swindle He’s always got some deal cooking, (His bait and switch game doesn’t dwindle,) When he doesn’t think we’re looking You went to school with a **** like this, He always claimed others were cheats. He showed up early only if and when They were serving food and sweets. But never showed up for the work Or did playground games honestly. He claimed twice the victories he had And lied to everyone constantly. All the deals he makes are scams He pulls the rug out from under. (Were his steaks really just spam?) And leaves giggling at his plunder. When he got older, he took his dad’s gold And parlayed it into a lifetime game Of promises not kept, and half-truths And, as usual, never once took the blame He preferred never to pay his bills And then bragged about how gullible The creditors were, and how they all Should really have charged him double. Hey, ** he thinks we don’t know Just what kind of game he’s playing. Just listen to his promises online It’s the opposite of what he’s saying. But that’s how snake oil salesmen are; They cook up a batch of ***** and herbs And sell it as a cure-all and hurt folks Then laugh and claim it’s what they deserve. And, when his books turn out to be cooked He lies about it way before you start. When asked how he could be so crooked He says, “That’s because I’m so smart!” He’s the kind that likes to swindle He’s always got some deal cooking. (His bait and switch game doesn’t dwindle) When he doesn’t think we’re looking
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