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"chiropractic" poems
Today is going to be the day I turn my life around As I pull my truck over To load up what I just found I see it as my destiny Someone tossed out their set of weights With me at the moment in the mood To join the fitness craze So I open up, run around my truck As my regiment begins Wish I could find some neighbor kid To give this old man a hand And why they make these weights so heavy, I'll never understand I drive straight home excited Back my truck down the drive I'll haul the stuff in later As soon as my arms come back to life 3 hours later... Carrying what's soon to be the new me From the truck into the house To late to clinch the **** cheeks As my entire spine just fell out 3 months later... Still in intensive care And mounting chiropractic bills I'm thinking of just going the new American way And get my muscles from taking pills
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
Mr. Muscles!
**** em. Claustrophobic nightmares Chiropractic disasters Supplementary salvation- From Salvation- pillows and blankets Strangers are wed finitely Elbow-room is as precious as gold a needle in a haystack A waiting room for greater adventures in store.
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
Airplane seats
I have murdered another human being. I have murdered someone like me, Kicking and thrashing Until his face wasn't right. It was sideways, wonky, part of his Nose touching his mouth, bleeding With his cheekbone crushed inward All from the swift power of These worn leather boots. He had held us hostage for days Killed a friend of a friend With a purposeful chiropractic crack Of the neck gone too far. We had been freed. He had stood there smiling As he dealt the final blow To our esteem, having kept us All as his sick twisted harem. All it took was a smile and I lost my mind. Bashing the back of his head That balding crew cut bloodied On a rusting sprinkler in the yard. My tired leather boots did the Rest of my ***** work. He resembled a stroke patient When my boots held their fire. Too much blood for a lack of life. I awoke in my bed, safe and Unscathed by my mind's loss Of complete control. Genuine surprise took me, seeing Those leather boots of mine sit Peacefully in the corner Never seeing battle, never My accomplice in ******
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
Leather Boots
the wind was like a sidewinder missile. desert below kept itself cratered and ancient, 'fraid of some explosion from a Greater Deity of Temporal Landlock. Where the lesser of us saw death, the better of us saw livers. Where the lesser of us saw loss, the better of us felt drunk. The learn-ed belief in the existence of the Human Race kept calling itself back to base with tinnitus raging in its ear-drums: *"the dreams of the elder chiropractic surgeon are the same as the dreams of the youthful architect: design; that's it. design."* melded, eaten, forgotten, and left to the bunchy blood of 'ask,' the marauder saw herself as complete. flawed within bound, angry within reason, there was a little angel on her shoulder, asking: 'sundown? this is a time for bringers. never those who forget.'
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
public ghost