"incontrovertibly" poems

I give zero ***** anymore. I have no more ***** to give. I'm totally absolutely incontrovertibly fresh out of ***** My supply of ***** is completely out -- see?? [cupboard door swings open Only to reveal a fuckless cupboard] Even the **** Store is out of ***** I called them just now, The guy on the phone said he was Fresh out -- He told me: *The production and manufacturing Of ***** has been outsourced To Shenzhen China, And the workers are striking Because they are getting paid Fifteen cents an hour to produce 6 ***** a second -- Which is inhumane and just wrong.* I asked him why they didn't pay better -- He said, **** if I know! Like I said, I'm fresh out of ***** to give So who gives a ****

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Jun 6, 2014

Jun 6, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC

mike-dm

fresh out of ***** to give

I give zero ***** anymore. I have no more ***** to give. I'm totally absolutely incontrovertibly fresh out of ***** My supply of ***** is completely out -- see?? [cupboard door swings open Only to reveal a fuckless cupboard] Even the **** Store is out of ***** I called them just now, The guy on the phone said he was Fresh out -- He told me: *The production and manufacturing Of ***** has been outsourced To Shenzhen China, And the workers are striking Because they are getting paid Fifteen cents an hour to produce 6 ***** a second -- Which is inhumane and just wrong.* I asked him why they didn't pay better -- He said, **** if I know! Like I said, I'm fresh out of ***** to give So who gives a ****

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Disjoining this coterie dissolves it's fragments in Unison Dispersal to all borders with hasty charge Contracted to bide Consenting inside a concord Of Visceral culpability to Re-Integrate Incontrovertibly

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Oct 11, 2010

Oct 11, 2010 at 1:50 AM UTC

susanne-knight-connally

An Inevitable Commingling

Disjoining this coterie dissolves it's fragments in Unison Dispersal to all borders with hasty charge Contracted to bide Consenting inside a concord Of Visceral culpability to Re-Integrate Incontrovertibly

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The rumbling of our urges clattered as voices would sound arguing to one another. But there we were, standing in silence. Using only the blacks of our eyes to send the messages back and forth. The ****** discourse is ignorable, is incontrovertibly uncontrollable, but not solely forthright. Sometimes I really believe what Im saying. Its not necessarily the tone that matters. What matters is the outcome and it can sometimes lead to just that. Like peanut butter jelly, with a baseball bat. Or the soft, round belly of a blind black cat. Didn’t I tell you in my last life? Glass is as hard and see through as my plans and my will. But tell Neo I’ll take the blue pill.

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Dec 5, 2013

Dec 5, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC

gusse

The Lovers

The rumbling of our urges clattered as voices would sound arguing to one another. But there we were, standing in silence. Using only the blacks of our eyes to send the messages back and forth. The ****** discourse is ignorable, is incontrovertibly uncontrollable, but not solely forthright. Sometimes I really believe what Im saying. Its not necessarily the tone that matters. What matters is the outcome and it can sometimes lead to just that. Like peanut butter jelly, with a baseball bat. Or the soft, round belly of a blind black cat. Didn’t I tell you in my last life? Glass is as hard and see through as my plans and my will. But tell Neo I’ll take the blue pill.

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I know a bad poem when I see it yet strange enough never seen or read one, my tablet refuses me, my writing hand shakes incontrovertibly the dictionary confirms, proper usage forbids, the conjunction of the words bad poem, t'is a linguistic impossibility every poem ever writ resides inside my customized pantheon, tho spell it a tad different, Pantheone every poet/poem lives forever in a pantheon of one for the courage to expose, deserves the honor accorded by their fellow immortal muses

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Jan 24, 2015

Jan 24, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

I know a bad poem when I see it

I know a bad poem when I see it yet strange enough never seen or read one, my tablet refuses me, my writing hand shakes incontrovertibly the dictionary confirms, proper usage forbids, the conjunction of the words bad poem, t'is a linguistic impossibility every poem ever writ resides inside my customized pantheon, tho spell it a tad different, Pantheone every poet/poem lives forever in a pantheon of one for the courage to expose, deserves the honor accorded by their fellow immortal muses

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Optimism The dogma that is oh so self-assured of the contingency proclaiming the prevalence of good over infamy as though it is incontrovertibly concordant with factual certainty 'tis merely a fallacy or an element of a fantasy in which people live in harmony Life But really, in this cruel realm, the mistakes of our forefathers manifest themselves as demons hollering at us to notify us of the need to be better in this endeavour or we'd get slaughtered with the blade of a knife comprised of their defeats altogether forged into a skin piercing crystal reminiscent of their congealed sweat that perspired from the extreme pressure stimulated from bottling up anger and restraining themselves from speaking up against transgressors nevertheless, we make the same mistakes to pass it on to the next generation deeming them the successors of displeasure tolerators Death What are the benefits of labouring through a 9 to 5 job if its eventuality is the same as that of lying on the ground all day? It will all come to a finality the universe is indifferent towards our actuality. It will continue expanding until it reaches the point of totality emotions are nothing but particular sequences of electric pulses in wads of matter, faulty physicality any memory held by any entity will eventually be lost at the end of this simulation played out chronologically

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC

SnakeAbbas

From the cradle to the grave

Optimism The dogma that is oh so self-assured of the contingency proclaiming the prevalence of good over infamy as though it is incontrovertibly concordant with factual certainty 'tis merely a fallacy or an element of a fantasy in which people live in harmony Life But really, in this cruel realm, the mistakes of our forefathers manifest themselves as demons hollering at us to notify us of the need to be better in this endeavour or we'd get slaughtered with the blade of a knife comprised of their defeats altogether forged into a skin piercing crystal reminiscent of their congealed sweat that perspired from the extreme pressure stimulated from bottling up anger and restraining themselves from speaking up against transgressors nevertheless, we make the same mistakes to pass it on to the next generation deeming them the successors of displeasure tolerators Death What are the benefits of labouring through a 9 to 5 job if its eventuality is the same as that of lying on the ground all day? It will all come to a finality the universe is indifferent towards our actuality. It will continue expanding until it reaches the point of totality emotions are nothing but particular sequences of electric pulses in wads of matter, faulty physicality any memory held by any entity will eventually be lost at the end of this simulation played out chronologically

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when you tell them incontrovertibly for the hundredth time you're never coming back be prepared it still hurts when they pull away but after each time you say it the next breath is fuller than the last your wings wider than moments before and the vast distant horizon more brightly painted than you've ever seen

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Feb 7, 2025

Feb 7, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC

owls-at-dawn

stick to your guns

when you tell them incontrovertibly for the hundredth time you're never coming back be prepared it still hurts when they pull away but after each time you say it the next breath is fuller than the last your wings wider than moments before and the vast distant horizon more brightly painted than you've ever seen

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