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Maja Klit Feb 2016
Dengang var du Uopnåelig.

Vertikalt ragende udover andres horisonter.
Sugede du næringskilder med svælgende tentakler.
Riflede dine spor i asfalten.
Støbte du i gips og solgte som falske trofæer.
Gærede i tjenester til din profit.
Eksploderede du i din Individualsyntese

Nu er du blot en Apatisk Knoglemarv.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2015
There's water on the ground
fear gips me
I am about drown and cry
feel the fear in my mind
its not like this on good day
fear ******* me inside
fear in my mind
then I wake up
for that ******* alarm clock goes off
then I know a new day blue
no clouds in the sky
thank god I am up
moving about to do my stuff
drink my first coffee cup
get out there
and learn about your society
smile and make people feel good.
Wish you was here     P@ul!
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Like Upton on fungal brain Jungles, I speak it
The deepest state secret, like Snowden I leak it
On Wikis more tricky than Dicky’s fiat
Money bloodied, tick tock the livestock market rot
As the eagle lie nester’s internment investors
Drop freedom on chemical weapons-grade testers
These A. Smith’n westers who don’t lift a finger
To hijack your minds with it itchin’ the trigger
Then burning cross names off of Madoff Hit lists
To redistrict restrictions like cuffs around wrists...

As 3/5th ye Old Hicks still insist that it’s fixed
By the millions of ALIEN votes that exist
The same gips enlist Contras to slaughter the poor
Till this livin’ Hell Salvador’s dyin’ for more
Of that Hindu Kush ghoul so azul in Kabul
The brown jewel that digs crowns Abu Ghraibyards to rule
Where brave hero in shooters survive all a lone
Like a drone, without home,
For some Chairman Dow’s throne
Gets us cheaper white collar depictions of good
Guys with guns who run colorful, bad neighborhoods...

Where the pyramid schemers cell nightmares to dreamers
And deal ‘em in doses of “just say no” *******
Allowed in their Aryan race tractor pull
Bible Bull Connor full metal jackets of wool
Clothing wolves upon little red silenced and shamed
Ad some Hunger bowl Games, ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?
Well then I’ll end with this sort of "alternate" fact
There’s a Desert Storm post-truthin’ nukes in Iraq
Where you won’t see ‘em comin’ from Russia with love
Such a villain be chillin’ like Putin.gov
Jennifer Beetz Mar 2019
Miss Anne I take in gips
and gasps (and what
is a gip I shall never
tell but it purrs
like a heart gone
all to hell
One decade gone
another renewed
shall I take another
pass by you?
Miss Anne you
make my hands
as large as the
moon but less
in charge as clumsy
as a puppy born
in June with a
mouth full of
flowers let loose
by a grin
forever goofy
thank to you
I win
(!)
A Platonic crush I never voiced- not to her or even myself until today and now regret rushes in... delete! delete? hell if I know!

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