"glute" poems - Hello Poetry

Bowling ***** Stepping in and smelling fresh diarrhea and cigarettes Slide your fingers into the heels of over worn shoes Then your feet- someone has been here before, hundreds of people have sit in the solid plastic swivel step up to the dead rack and pick up a germ infested, god-forsaken ball bowl terribly and pull your glute repeat. Ten frames.

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Sep 18, 2013

Sep 18, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC

steven-fried

Bowling and depravity

Bowling ***** Stepping in and smelling fresh diarrhea and cigarettes Slide your fingers into the heels of over worn shoes Then your feet- someone has been here before, hundreds of people have sit in the solid plastic swivel step up to the dead rack and pick up a germ infested, god-forsaken ball bowl terribly and pull your glute repeat. Ten frames.

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I am a gluttony glute A globulous festering Chute A billowing bellowing Blorp A sniferous sneferous Snort

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Sep 29, 2016

Sep 29, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC

betsybetsybetsy

Untitled

I am a gluttony glute A globulous festering Chute A billowing bellowing Blorp A sniferous sneferous Snort

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The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know… which insightful, gutsy, entrancing, catchy apothegm attributed to Socrates by way of Plato subsequently self ranking myself amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird Class Aves (namely said extinct flightless winged creature with a mass of 29 – 51 pounds Oh!) once endemic to the island of Mauritius, east of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean, none would be espied, no matter how thorough going across aquatic spreadsheet, one might row eventually coordinating dropping vertical column in toto arriving back to original mentally ponderous premise gamboling feint enroute to see Old Man Wizard Of Oz meets Crow Medicine Show pitching thy quasi recursive query - bro ching concurrence with another maxim to boot “ignorance iz bliss”, which lack o'learn'n doss appeal to this old coot, yet such pithy accordance came to this smart *** to late, a mister wordsmith with a palm pilot maximum glute clamors (at risk of life and limb) to hoot and holler when new kernel of knowledge gleaned finds me mute as if raw bit of savored information akin to unearthing a rare gem, or rare species of newt temporarily allaying fervent quest to root thru hefty tomes of great literature, and tracts that suit many other subjects, less to be arrogant and toot my own horn, but more so... to satisfy an increasingly insatiable hunger grow wing nsync with unquenchable thirsty ambition less for dough (cuz bing po' with treasure trove of voluminous expansive bookish notions doth shaw surpass becoming suddenly wealthy tin *** hustlers with un hewn fifty nine shades of gray straw this haint no cowardly lion seeking Androcles to extract thorn from hum my faux paws.

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May 7, 2018

May 7, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Aye Am The Questioning Sort

The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know… which insightful, gutsy, entrancing, catchy apothegm attributed to Socrates by way of Plato subsequently self ranking myself amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird Class Aves (namely said extinct flightless winged creature with a mass of 29 – 51 pounds Oh!) once endemic to the island of Mauritius, east of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean, none would be espied, no matter how thorough going across aquatic spreadsheet, one might row eventually coordinating dropping vertical column in toto arriving back to original mentally ponderous premise gamboling feint enroute to see Old Man Wizard Of Oz meets Crow Medicine Show pitching thy quasi recursive query - bro ching concurrence with another maxim to boot “ignorance iz bliss”, which lack o'learn'n doss appeal to this old coot, yet such pithy accordance came to this smart *** to late, a mister wordsmith with a palm pilot maximum glute clamors (at risk of life and limb) to hoot and holler when new kernel of knowledge gleaned finds me mute as if raw bit of savored information akin to unearthing a rare gem, or rare species of newt temporarily allaying fervent quest to root thru hefty tomes of great literature, and tracts that suit many other subjects, less to be arrogant and toot my own horn, but more so... to satisfy an increasingly insatiable hunger grow wing nsync with unquenchable thirsty ambition less for dough (cuz bing po' with treasure trove of voluminous expansive bookish notions doth shaw surpass becoming suddenly wealthy tin *** hustlers with un hewn fifty nine shades of gray straw this haint no cowardly lion seeking Androcles to extract thorn from hum my faux paws.

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