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"boosters" poems

Five four three two one, Fire spews, Flames violently shoot out of the golden boosters, Cold ice breaking off the shell, The white noise fills the air, The ground shakes with panic, And liftoff, The manmade seraph lifts into the sky, The Golden Flame forcing it further up, We watch not with excited eyes, But with sad hearts and long faces, We know, We know today is the last day this bird will fly, We have slain an angel, We have slain American Patriotism, We have slain ourselves, The Space Shuttle may just have been a chemical reaction lifting mass into the sky, But it let us explore, It let us discover space, The bitter, beautiful darkness that surrounds and blankets the planet, And now we have told her she must die, Regressive politics turning into a malignancy against mankind, Killing the Human spirit, Spreading, Cancerous tumors mark landforms on the map, Goodbye, My Dear Space Shuttle, My technological love, You always inspired me, It's my turn now.

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Nov 21, 2011

Nov 21, 2011 at 9:19 AM UTC

Just a quick space shuttle scribble

Five four three two one, Fire spews, Flames violently shoot out of the golden boosters, Cold ice breaking off the shell, The white noise fills the air, The ground shakes with panic, And liftoff, The manmade seraph lifts into the sky, The Golden Flame forcing it further up, We watch not with excited eyes, But with sad hearts and long faces, We know, We know today is the last day this bird will fly, We have slain an angel, We have slain American Patriotism, We have slain ourselves, The Space Shuttle may just have been a chemical reaction lifting mass into the sky, But it let us explore, It let us discover space, The bitter, beautiful darkness that surrounds and blankets the planet, And now we have told her she must die, Regressive politics turning into a malignancy against mankind, Killing the Human spirit, Spreading, Cancerous tumors mark landforms on the map, Goodbye, My Dear Space Shuttle, My technological love, You always inspired me, It's my turn now.

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PLAY it across the table. What if we steal this city blind? If they want any thing let 'em nail it down. Harness bulls, ***** front office men, And the high goats up on the bench, Ain't they all in cahoots? Ain't it fifty-fifty all down the line, Petemen, dips, boosters, stick-ups and guns-what's to hinder? Go fifty-fifty. If they nail you call in a mouthpiece. Fix it, you gazump, you slant-head, fix it. Feed 'em ... Nothin' ever sticks to my fingers, nah, nah, nothin' like that, But there ain't no law we got to wear mittens-huh-is there? Mittens, that's a good one-mittens! There oughta be a law everybody wear mittens.

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PLAY it across the table. What if we steal this city blind? If they want any thing let 'em nail it down. Harness bulls, ***** front office men, And the high goats up on the bench, Ain't they all in cahoots? Ain't it fifty-fifty all down the line, Petemen, dips, boosters, stick-ups and guns-what's to hinder? Go fifty-fifty. If they nail you call in a mouthpiece. Fix it, you gazump, you slant-head, fix it. Feed 'em ... Nothin' ever sticks to my fingers, nah, nah, nothin' like that, But there ain't no law we got to wear mittens-huh-is there? Mittens, that's a good one-mittens! There oughta be a law everybody wear mittens.

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"Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.” -Ozymandias I. O wait for us, Colossus as we wait - and throw you to earth: from heaven’s gates judge you unworthy - to hades’ lands assign, where your iron limbs make mincemeat out of anguished homes - by tyrants you were thrown but floated aimless past the drifting realms where once lay hell, and fired you your rocket boosters - apollo’s gift blinding still your eyes - II. next, awake: the visage of the Child in your face - languishing, affronted: two vast and trunkless legs of iron glare, only to grow rigid still - slumping at His feet: with heart-engine smoking, eyes hollowed-black, lying in slumber with giant's knees bent, in grasslands rest and where hearkens the plain - He cries out: ’tis you! though dwarf, He is - he kneads your iron by grass, and your wounded legs the earth now christens, snd blesses still your sleep. III. He moves forth with grass blades and twigs, crown you a nest; and bear stones unrolled to where your feet first kisses ground. -2.17.16

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Mar 15, 2016

Mar 15, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC

"Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.” -Ozymandias I. O wait for us, Colossus as we wait - and throw you to earth: from heaven’s gates judge you unworthy - to hades’ lands assign, where your iron limbs make mincemeat out of anguished homes - by tyrants you were thrown but floated aimless past the drifting realms where once lay hell, and fired you your rocket boosters - apollo’s gift blinding still your eyes - II. next, awake: the visage of the Child in your face - languishing, affronted: two vast and trunkless legs of iron glare, only to grow rigid still - slumping at His feet: with heart-engine smoking, eyes hollowed-black, lying in slumber with giant's knees bent, in grasslands rest and where hearkens the plain - He cries out: ’tis you! though dwarf, He is - he kneads your iron by grass, and your wounded legs the earth now christens, snd blesses still your sleep. III. He moves forth with grass blades and twigs, crown you a nest; and bear stones unrolled to where your feet first kisses ground. -2.17.16

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*I used to wake up with the roosters I used to hold my rakes and hoes They were my morale boosters But now who knows I used to till my shamba beautifully neat To **** every **** peeping above the soil There wasn't a garden need I wouldn't meet For even the hardest I would toil I used to be the farmer everyone admired Because I was a tireless strong warden And I didn't mind being mired By you my gorgeous little garden I grew green pastures for my cattle And the vegetables on which I fed Not until that fateful battle That changed the quiet life I led They took you neat and left you wild Now you lie untamed like the beasts of the savanna Weeping like a lonely abandoned child In the throes of battle and parents gonner You used to be a paradise on Earth With heavenly innocence and pure But you no longer command trust from us For facing you is facing manure*

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Aug 30, 2015

Aug 30, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC

ignatius-hosiana

*I used to wake up with the roosters I used to hold my rakes and hoes They were my morale boosters But now who knows I used to till my shamba beautifully neat To **** every **** peeping above the soil There wasn't a garden need I wouldn't meet For even the hardest I would toil I used to be the farmer everyone admired Because I was a tireless strong warden And I didn't mind being mired By you my gorgeous little garden I grew green pastures for my cattle And the vegetables on which I fed Not until that fateful battle That changed the quiet life I led They took you neat and left you wild Now you lie untamed like the beasts of the savanna Weeping like a lonely abandoned child In the throes of battle and parents gonner You used to be a paradise on Earth With heavenly innocence and pure But you no longer command trust from us For facing you is facing manure*

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I like when you lean on MY shoulder Not always the supporter, I enjoy supporting you too You can cry around me It's okay to be scared, vulnerable These shoulders are not just ball-and-socket joints of attachment They act as tear collectors, and confidence boosters They're always here, unless for some reason I lose them But until then, know they are at your disposal Here whenever need be

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Dec 29, 2012

Dec 29, 2012 at 8:35 PM UTC

I like when you lean on MY shoulder Not always the supporter, I enjoy supporting you too You can cry around me It's okay to be scared, vulnerable These shoulders are not just ball-and-socket joints of attachment They act as tear collectors, and confidence boosters They're always here, unless for some reason I lose them But until then, know they are at your disposal Here whenever need be

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Right here, right now? The kitchen? On the table!? Why not? The curtain's drawn, the dishes done... That's not the point - we might be seen: the cats! A smiling silence marks the code for 'Yes'! They haven't any cats. With shaking hands the breakfast things are cleared. Before the final tetris slot of dish to stack Is final launch commit: they've cleared the tower The boosters lit, the fuel is rushing to the fires Already burning Bloom in crimson waves around them both. - Can we agree on one thing first my Friend? This is The heaviest, lightest thing that you can do. To live these silvery liquid chains of breath And blood. And sky and air and Falls calling to each other and winging to the heights... And she says Look at me.

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Jan 2, 2011

Jan 2, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC

Right here, right now? The kitchen? On the table!? Why not? The curtain's drawn, the dishes done... That's not the point - we might be seen: the cats! A smiling silence marks the code for 'Yes'! They haven't any cats. With shaking hands the breakfast things are cleared. Before the final tetris slot of dish to stack Is final launch commit: they've cleared the tower The boosters lit, the fuel is rushing to the fires Already burning Bloom in crimson waves around them both. - Can we agree on one thing first my Friend? This is The heaviest, lightest thing that you can do. To live these silvery liquid chains of breath And blood. And sky and air and Falls calling to each other and winging to the heights... And she says Look at me.

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Brandy *** Pig, Slough Companion you'll make To prize your Aura for his Demands cope Though Breathe you not; Life does succumb your Shape Still ignite his Prayers for some Soft Hope With such Stale Breath his Mind condones still His Method-of-Tribbles well he can bundle Such Pampered Master does rub your fur until The Silver-Saned Eye calls for his Handle And like his Child the Monkey witnessed made Hung by his Closet for his Devotions barred To lift your snout and wiggle his Escapade Realise his Youth just Subscribed too Hard. Perhaps your Counsel, plaster Fines therein Need no Forced Receipts; Or Boosters wherein.

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC

xavier-paolo-josh-mandreza

SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN - TOM DALEY - ROBBIE RAY

Brandy *** Pig, Slough Companion you'll make To prize your Aura for his Demands cope Though Breathe you not; Life does succumb your Shape Still ignite his Prayers for some Soft Hope With such Stale Breath his Mind condones still His Method-of-Tribbles well he can bundle Such Pampered Master does rub your fur until The Silver-Saned Eye calls for his Handle And like his Child the Monkey witnessed made Hung by his Closet for his Devotions barred To lift your snout and wiggle his Escapade Realise his Youth just Subscribed too Hard. Perhaps your Counsel, plaster Fines therein Need no Forced Receipts; Or Boosters wherein.

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"DONALL DEMPSEY INDEED!" 'LLANOD YESPMED?" he squinted at my driver's licence. "It's pronounced CLANOD!" I said with extreme exasperation. "Y'are not from these here parts . . .are ya fella?" he drawled dryly squinting closer firstly at me then back again to my !D. "I'm of Welsh/Turkish extraction but I was born on Venus!" I explained as if to a little kid. "Ha ha...haha!" he snorted a tiny trickle of snot yo-yoing up and down his hairy left nostril. "Ha ha...if you were to spell yer name backwards it would spell: Donall Dempsey!" I was not amused. "Ya know...that crazy hairy Irish earthling poet dude!" "I'm not him!" I fumed. "Alright...alright...keep yer antenas on...geeeez!" He handed me back my Id ID. Tipped his hat. Wiped his nose across his sleeve. "Welcome to Mars. You drive carefully now!" I stepped on the rocket boosters. Left him eating my stardust. ****** customs!" I yelled to myself. "Huh...Donall Dempsey ...indeed!"

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Feb 7, 2019

Feb 7, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC

"DONALL DEMPSEY INDEED!"

"DONALL DEMPSEY INDEED!" 'LLANOD YESPMED?" he squinted at my driver's licence. "It's pronounced CLANOD!" I said with extreme exasperation. "Y'are not from these here parts . . .are ya fella?" he drawled dryly squinting closer firstly at me then back again to my !D. "I'm of Welsh/Turkish extraction but I was born on Venus!" I explained as if to a little kid. "Ha ha...haha!" he snorted a tiny trickle of snot yo-yoing up and down his hairy left nostril. "Ha ha...if you were to spell yer name backwards it would spell: Donall Dempsey!" I was not amused. "Ya know...that crazy hairy Irish earthling poet dude!" "I'm not him!" I fumed. "Alright...alright...keep yer antenas on...geeeez!" He handed me back my Id ID. Tipped his hat. Wiped his nose across his sleeve. "Welcome to Mars. You drive carefully now!" I stepped on the rocket boosters. Left him eating my stardust. ****** customs!" I yelled to myself. "Huh...Donall Dempsey ...indeed!"

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You strip away the trimmings and then trim off all the fat and at fifty years of age when you think you look 'all that' you're off to buy that sports car and the wig to hide your bald patch, catch the drift? tuck your stomach in, get botox or a face lift, you're looking saggy but you'll get there and the girl you winked at works there. I wanted to write lots more but he shot me full of secrecy for secreting what is his story in the backyard of a pharmacy so I swallowed down some linctus from a bottle marked as dangerous, (I do stupid things like that) Twenty four miles further down the range, rocket boosters aren't they strange? but not as strange as that man in the sports car who took the botox thing a little too far. I disengage from time to time to feel the words in what the rhyme is and have never had the ***** to have a bald patch, 'Catch 22'.

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Apr 10, 2016

Apr 10, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Global positioning

You strip away the trimmings and then trim off all the fat and at fifty years of age when you think you look 'all that' you're off to buy that sports car and the wig to hide your bald patch, catch the drift? tuck your stomach in, get botox or a face lift, you're looking saggy but you'll get there and the girl you winked at works there. I wanted to write lots more but he shot me full of secrecy for secreting what is his story in the backyard of a pharmacy so I swallowed down some linctus from a bottle marked as dangerous, (I do stupid things like that) Twenty four miles further down the range, rocket boosters aren't they strange? but not as strange as that man in the sports car who took the botox thing a little too far. I disengage from time to time to feel the words in what the rhyme is and have never had the ***** to have a bald patch, 'Catch 22'.

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Visualized the realism of life in actuality **** who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary And that mentality is, slowly killing this nation Communities rotting from the inside out like bologna in a bad situation Misplaced intentions and corrupt politicians Doomed this land like pollution will if left unchecked, these situations can be corrected if hope is injected back into us like vitamin boosters we can't survive in hoovervilles in all but name but no one person carries blame its a shame we can't unite to fight the good fight again I'm holding on to hope but its difficult friends

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Jun 14, 2017

Jun 14, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC

neroameealucard

Visualized the realism of life in actuality **** who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary And that mentality is, slowly killing this nation Communities rotting from the inside out like bologna in a bad situation Misplaced intentions and corrupt politicians Doomed this land like pollution will if left unchecked, these situations can be corrected if hope is injected back into us like vitamin boosters we can't survive in hoovervilles in all but name but no one person carries blame its a shame we can't unite to fight the good fight again I'm holding on to hope but its difficult friends

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Thrusting into the atmosphere From my hearts astrolabe Using rocket boosters Filled with fierce tears Thunder rolling through curved space Launched from lands of gentle rage As I close my soaring eyes Tonight begins my nights journey. Throttling expansive thrusts Billowed smoke trails Like comet tails; Spectacular spacecraft Is this human vessel With enhanced astronautics – Ascending towards deep space Hoping to catch a glimpse of you. O'Cosmic Prophet I'm stargazed and Inward bound Surging beyond the constellation of flames Rising through the galaxies As an interstellar traveller Yet I see nothing but dark matter – It seems as though I've lost myself And barely exist within the confines of My imagination. Written by Abraham Charanek

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Aug 25, 2016

Aug 25, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC

abraham-charanek

Thrusting into the atmosphere From my hearts astrolabe Using rocket boosters Filled with fierce tears Thunder rolling through curved space Launched from lands of gentle rage As I close my soaring eyes Tonight begins my nights journey. Throttling expansive thrusts Billowed smoke trails Like comet tails; Spectacular spacecraft Is this human vessel With enhanced astronautics – Ascending towards deep space Hoping to catch a glimpse of you. O'Cosmic Prophet I'm stargazed and Inward bound Surging beyond the constellation of flames Rising through the galaxies As an interstellar traveller Yet I see nothing but dark matter – It seems as though I've lost myself And barely exist within the confines of My imagination. Written by Abraham Charanek

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That moment, That realization That all they say are pretty words Ego boosters in forms of compliments Reasons and excuses, realizing its not real That all they're trying to do? is make me feel better

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May 19, 2015

May 19, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC

Courtlyn-Daun-Quay

It was a nice try, thank you.

That moment, That realization That all they say are pretty words Ego boosters in forms of compliments Reasons and excuses, realizing its not real That all they're trying to do? is make me feel better

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#Monkey Pox! The Monkey Pox! Get more boosters, change your locks. Have wild *** without a ****** Block the fandom. Burn the kingdom. Gambian rats are not to blame— Trump supporters own the shame: White extremists, spreading plague, for reasons that, as yet, are vague . . .

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May 24, 2022

May 24, 2022 at 4:51 PM UTC

#Monkey Pox! The Monkey Pox! Get more boosters, change your locks. Have wild *** without a ****** Block the fandom. Burn the kingdom. Gambian rats are not to blame— Trump supporters own the shame: White extremists, spreading plague, for reasons that, as yet, are vague . . .

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*Sun rises through his mother’s eyes Wide spread darkness by her absence Never closed her eyes till he falls asleep Her love,anger,depression,frown,smile Being energy boosters than his daily food That evening found her sluggish Still expressed his empty stomach His hunger making forget her fatigue Walking towards kitchen with shivering legs That night slept without awaiting him In his deep sleep like a protective kid Waiting her call the following morning But never did the sun rise Only a shroud of mist !*

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Apr 4, 2017

Apr 4, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC

*Sun rises through his mother’s eyes Wide spread darkness by her absence Never closed her eyes till he falls asleep Her love,anger,depression,frown,smile Being energy boosters than his daily food That evening found her sluggish Still expressed his empty stomach His hunger making forget her fatigue Walking towards kitchen with shivering legs That night slept without awaiting him In his deep sleep like a protective kid Waiting her call the following morning But never did the sun rise Only a shroud of mist !*

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Swirling around like a broken fog, dawn arrives just as we lay. Like a pestering fiend that is sickened with rage, a halo of gnats engulf the brave. Cracking the shadow with bold light, towering cascade in full flight. A whip of leather collides ******** forever to work a tireless sap. Circlejerking the popular opinion, regurgitating a thoughtless wave. Singular one stands among such naive, afraid of the horde which boosters no rhyme. Squalor bred from the hive mind, together they run from crime. Think on your own, sanguine freedom will chime.

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Sep 4, 2016

Sep 4, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC

Swirling around like a broken fog, dawn arrives just as we lay. Like a pestering fiend that is sickened with rage, a halo of gnats engulf the brave. Cracking the shadow with bold light, towering cascade in full flight. A whip of leather collides ******** forever to work a tireless sap. Circlejerking the popular opinion, regurgitating a thoughtless wave. Singular one stands among such naive, afraid of the horde which boosters no rhyme. Squalor bred from the hive mind, together they run from crime. Think on your own, sanguine freedom will chime.

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Such a pretty young thing And a personality like no other I’m shocked someone hasn’t raided your finger with a diamond so the insects called men can’t have a chance with you because of your bug repellent ring It’s sad when you realize the person you thought was keeping you up instead was keeping you down Your number 1 fan turned to your number 1 stan and now you realize that you’ve been the most realist person on your team that you’ve kept around Girls be wanting Hakeems from the Bronx but want a wedding like Aladdin in the Sultans Palace Stop getting married to temporary vibe boosters because once that high is over you’ll be out your wonderland and your name will no longer be Alice Stop doing joint bank accounts with hopes of traveling the world together because only one of your passports will be the new portable atlas My PhD in relationship longevity is telling me to diagnose you with takotsubo cardiomyopathy due to an unhealthy exposure to malice We not together right now but I have faith it’s in gods plans You falling for the wrong guy but I know you’ll land in gods hands You should give me a call when your man playing child games I won’t be your knight in shining armor but I’ll be the one to save you from your depression and suicidal claims Thick girls don’t need to worry about losing weight Guys like me love you the way you are and when we say you’ve been weighing heavy on our mind it means you hold weight Trying to give change to a man who doesn’t know your worth when you’re the whole dollar but that’s for a different debate Never let the public eye shape how you feel about yourself in your private eye All those names they call you during the day wash away in the night time And take my advice when I tell you eating your problems away doesn’t make the pain subside I should be telling myself this advice but look in the mirror and when you smile at the reflection only then will you be able to go out in the world and have the biggest enemy called your conscience on your side

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Jul 13, 2018

Jul 13, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC

GeminiTruesdale

The Love That Never Was

Such a pretty young thing And a personality like no other I’m shocked someone hasn’t raided your finger with a diamond so the insects called men can’t have a chance with you because of your bug repellent ring It’s sad when you realize the person you thought was keeping you up instead was keeping you down Your number 1 fan turned to your number 1 stan and now you realize that you’ve been the most realist person on your team that you’ve kept around Girls be wanting Hakeems from the Bronx but want a wedding like Aladdin in the Sultans Palace Stop getting married to temporary vibe boosters because once that high is over you’ll be out your wonderland and your name will no longer be Alice Stop doing joint bank accounts with hopes of traveling the world together because only one of your passports will be the new portable atlas My PhD in relationship longevity is telling me to diagnose you with takotsubo cardiomyopathy due to an unhealthy exposure to malice We not together right now but I have faith it’s in gods plans You falling for the wrong guy but I know you’ll land in gods hands You should give me a call when your man playing child games I won’t be your knight in shining armor but I’ll be the one to save you from your depression and suicidal claims Thick girls don’t need to worry about losing weight Guys like me love you the way you are and when we say you’ve been weighing heavy on our mind it means you hold weight Trying to give change to a man who doesn’t know your worth when you’re the whole dollar but that’s for a different debate Never let the public eye shape how you feel about yourself in your private eye All those names they call you during the day wash away in the night time And take my advice when I tell you eating your problems away doesn’t make the pain subside I should be telling myself this advice but look in the mirror and when you smile at the reflection only then will you be able to go out in the world and have the biggest enemy called your conscience on your side

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a storage unit meant for all kinds of arrangements mostly quilts and toys from residents who didn't want to bother, even with the junk people... or didn't even really have the money or time to move out properly they were arranged, all like this... the quilts, dusty plastic baby boosters.. more quilts and used beds, and then there was a guitar... and a pair of running shoes- i opted for the more colorful pair I depart the unit, I've got an axe to grind...

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Jun 27, 2018

Jun 27, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC

blatant and small

a storage unit meant for all kinds of arrangements mostly quilts and toys from residents who didn't want to bother, even with the junk people... or didn't even really have the money or time to move out properly they were arranged, all like this... the quilts, dusty plastic baby boosters.. more quilts and used beds, and then there was a guitar... and a pair of running shoes- i opted for the more colorful pair I depart the unit, I've got an axe to grind...

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So Just Like My Namesake... In... “ The Great Escape “... I’m The King of... The Cooler... !!!!! Kinda Like... " Rick The Ruler ".... A TRUE School Type Mover... TOP NOTCH Rhyme Producer... !!! With Tunes That Are Cooler... Than McQueen In His Scenes... As Yup... " Virgil Hiltz "... Showing Nazis I CHILL... When They Try To Instil... Ideals That Spread War... Where Division’s The Cause... Because I Stay COOLER... Than Yes... " Ferris Bueller’ ".... !!! When It Comes To These Tutors... Whose Thoughts Should Be..... ....... NEUTERED....... !!!!! That’s Right NULLIFIED.... !!!!! Just Like Norton’s Guy.... And American Types.... Whose Actions DEFY.... REJECTION of FIGHTS... Because They’re Still TIED.... To... SUPREMACIST Minds.... !!!!!! Whose Vibe’s To *** - ide... Based Upon Colour Lines... !?! While I Deal In Vibes.... Where Tribes UNIFY... !!!!! No Matter What Colour... Or **** They STAND BY... !!! Because I Am COOLER.... Than... Racist Wrongdoers... !!!!! I Move With MORE Coolness... Than Those Who Pull Shooters... !!!! ... MILITANT Armies.... Like Those In Zimbabwe... Now OUSTING Mugabe... !!!!! Political Parties..... Who DO NOT Move Calmly... !!! So I’m Cooler Than THEM... !!!!! These Government Heads... Who Cause Heads PROBLEMS... !!! As Well As... DISTRESS... !!!!! Because They Use POWER... !!! To Use Cladding That Showers... Like... EXPLOSIVE Gunpowder... !!! So I’m COOLER Than Towers.... That In Just A Few Hours... !!!!!!!! Became HOTTER Than Plotters... Whose Movements Get HOTTER... Than.... SUICIDE BOMBERS... !!!!! I’m The COOLEST of Jotters... About All This NONSENSE.... !!! ABUSERS Whose Movements... HOT UP... Certain Collars... !!!!! Who Took Time To... HOLLA'... About How They BOTHERED... ?!? Producers And Movers.... Who Seem To NEED... “ Coolers “... !!!?!!! To CONTROL Their LOOSENESS... !!!!! However Some Coolness... Is NEEDED Like Shrewdness... When It Comes To The CLAIMS... That Are Made Nowadays... ... SO MANY Games... !!! That People Now Play... !!!!! The Type That Have RACKETS... And Strings That Pull Jackets... !!! On Puppets And Slaves... Who Seem To Get Brave.... When It’s LATE In The day.... !!!!! To REFUTERS I Say... CALM DOWN Now Okay... !!! I Suggest You Stay COOLER... Than London’s Commuters... When TERROR Becomes.... What HITS It’s Stations... !!!!!! Or Cooler Than COUGARS... Who Move Like SEDUCERS... When Their ONLY Future... Is *** With OLD Suitors ... Boozers And Schmoozers'... !!! Whose ***** LOST IT’s Rooster.... !?!?! So NEEDS To Use BOOSTERS... Like..... ****** Users.... !!!!!! As I Said... This Poem... Should PROVE I’m NO LOSER... !!!!! I’m Just A Producer... of Rhymes That Are Shrewder... Than SCOOTER Type Looters... !!!!! Who’s... SICKER Than TUMOURS... !!!!! And Like... " Steve McQueen "... When It Comes To Rhyme Schemes... Don’t Let The Rest FOOL YA.... !!!!! I’m THE KING of What’s... ........ “ COOLER “.......

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Jun 9, 2021

Jun 9, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC

'Cooler' ... A Poem written by Big Virge 20/11/2017

So Just Like My Namesake... In... “ The Great Escape “... I’m The King of... The Cooler... !!!!! Kinda Like... " Rick The Ruler ".... A TRUE School Type Mover... TOP NOTCH Rhyme Producer... !!! With Tunes That Are Cooler... Than McQueen In His Scenes... As Yup... " Virgil Hiltz "... Showing Nazis I CHILL... When They Try To Instil... Ideals That Spread War... Where Division’s The Cause... Because I Stay COOLER... Than Yes... " Ferris Bueller’ ".... !!! When It Comes To These Tutors... Whose Thoughts Should Be..... ....... NEUTERED....... !!!!! That’s Right NULLIFIED.... !!!!! Just Like Norton’s Guy.... And American Types.... Whose Actions DEFY.... REJECTION of FIGHTS... Because They’re Still TIED.... To... SUPREMACIST Minds.... !!!!!! Whose Vibe’s To *** - ide... Based Upon Colour Lines... !?! While I Deal In Vibes.... Where Tribes UNIFY... !!!!! No Matter What Colour... Or **** They STAND BY... !!! Because I Am COOLER.... Than... Racist Wrongdoers... !!!!! I Move With MORE Coolness... Than Those Who Pull Shooters... !!!! ... MILITANT Armies.... Like Those In Zimbabwe... Now OUSTING Mugabe... !!!!! Political Parties..... Who DO NOT Move Calmly... !!! So I’m Cooler Than THEM... !!!!! These Government Heads... Who Cause Heads PROBLEMS... !!! As Well As... DISTRESS... !!!!! Because They Use POWER... !!! To Use Cladding That Showers... Like... EXPLOSIVE Gunpowder... !!! So I’m COOLER Than Towers.... That In Just A Few Hours... !!!!!!!! Became HOTTER Than Plotters... Whose Movements Get HOTTER... Than.... SUICIDE BOMBERS... !!!!! I’m The COOLEST of Jotters... About All This NONSENSE.... !!! ABUSERS Whose Movements... HOT UP... Certain Collars... !!!!! Who Took Time To... HOLLA'... About How They BOTHERED... ?!? Producers And Movers.... Who Seem To NEED... “ Coolers “... !!!?!!! To CONTROL Their LOOSENESS... !!!!! However Some Coolness... Is NEEDED Like Shrewdness... When It Comes To The CLAIMS... That Are Made Nowadays... ... SO MANY Games... !!! That People Now Play... !!!!! The Type That Have RACKETS... And Strings That Pull Jackets... !!! On Puppets And Slaves... Who Seem To Get Brave.... When It’s LATE In The day.... !!!!! To REFUTERS I Say... CALM DOWN Now Okay... !!! I Suggest You Stay COOLER... Than London’s Commuters... When TERROR Becomes.... What HITS It’s Stations... !!!!!! Or Cooler Than COUGARS... Who Move Like SEDUCERS... When Their ONLY Future... Is *** With OLD Suitors ... Boozers And Schmoozers'... !!! Whose ***** LOST IT’s Rooster.... !?!?! So NEEDS To Use BOOSTERS... Like..... ****** Users.... !!!!!! As I Said... This Poem... Should PROVE I’m NO LOSER... !!!!! I’m Just A Producer... of Rhymes That Are Shrewder... Than SCOOTER Type Looters... !!!!! Who’s... SICKER Than TUMOURS... !!!!! And Like... " Steve McQueen "... When It Comes To Rhyme Schemes... Don’t Let The Rest FOOL YA.... !!!!! I’m THE KING of What’s... ........ “ COOLER “.......

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