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"mouse" poems
The false crisendo of your words Grate against my every nerves. Wandering round With ****** feet How many expectations Have I failed to meet? What more do you want Of my sorry soul When I cannot bring My self to breath anymore? So I watch your hopes all tumbling down It feels quite cold Down here in the ground. I'm sorry that I wasn't enough I tried to be what you asked of me But I didnt think it'd be So tough. My weary bones creak and ache, My wrist all burned and ****** Can you not be quite just once for my sake? I understand the gravity. I know Im failing at life, But you dig right in, spreading the cavity, How to ignore the strife? Whispered arguments bleed through the walls How much longer until we fall? Through the floor straight down to hell All because I could not tell. Should I weep in pain, And slave away, To satisfy you're whimsical ways? Should I sell my soul, And bite my tongue, Just to keep the wallet full? But "your so young, You've no excuse, So bend your back, Put those hands to use." Welcome to life. Put away your pain, No time for strife, No time for play, Just nod you head, Exit the stage, And get a job, So you'll be payed. I'd sooner live a poor church mouse, Then lose myself in persute of a house. But no, I'll smile my candy grin, And talk with sugar sweet. Hide the weight of the pain, So your expectations, I'll meet.
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
Candy Grin
in a low silky voice he whispers ***** ***** ***** he's at the gym not to far in the tub at the spa come ***** dear lets have lots a fun and kiss a while he licks you some he loves you so would you like a big mouse he has one honey and its not your spouse a crazy boy all over you drinks you like wine and eats you like stew he's not about kids and going to work but he washes your dishes and hes not a **** ***** perfume the natural smell don't hide it sweet girl watch him swell oh comb it pretty loves hairy too spread it like butter hoochi coohi cooo don't be shy and open wide coax out your **** and feel the glide hes the ***** whisperer calling your soul loving every fold melting every hole summer sweet fruit hidden away come on honey let's dance and play candy **** and ***** pie sweet juicy lush down velvety thigh he's got a nice one its really cool a big pink stick that makes you drool he's the ***** whisperer calling in time come hither my love its not a crime* meowwwww
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
THE ***** WHISPERER
At ***** Dick's and Sloppy Joe's We drank our liquor straight, Some went upstairs with Margery, And some, alas, with Kate; And two by two like cat and mouse The homeless played at keeping house. There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend, And Marion, cow-eyed, Opened their arms to me but I Refused to step inside; I was not looking for a cage In which to mope my old age. The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.
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Song Of The Master And Boatswain
The downward momentum is clear to me now. The engine has built up a full head of steam. I’d try to stop it, if I knew how. The fires of industry must burn on somehow; they tend to burn brightest when fuel is extreme. The downward momentum is clear to me now. When currents are surging, we shouldn’t allow the jingoist fringe to swim in the mainstream. I’d try to stop them, if I knew how. Civility means more than I can avow, but poems can only allude to a theme: The downward momentum is clear to me now. Each click of a mouse that shouts holier than thou is a cog in a treacherous clockmaker’s scheme. I’d try to stop him, if I knew how. We worshipped the circuit and forsook the plow in search of a false technological dream. Our downward momentum is clear to me now. I’d try to stop us, if I knew how.
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
If I Knew How
Quiet calm in the night, An owl fly's through the forest, A mouse runs from death.
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
Forest Night
As I stand here, outside my work building stealing a smoke break I wonder about God and the universe and how much happier it makes me feel to believe in other things That the sun was a running man chasing the stars in that endless black run man run fast run free but freedom only gets you slipping and sliding in circular leaps around our earth, almost like a clumsy mouse in a stationary wheel and these sneaky stars always one step ahead at sunrise or at his heels in sunset My mom’s a Catholic woman she won’t believe in the running man her stars are not stars, no her stars are rosaries in purses and priest’s words taught words holy words but holy words are also human words, are they not? It never made sense to me that a person could live their whole life repenting it But then again, my dad used to have me work in our yard, picking the weeds outside and he let me treasure them in a vase he never called them weeds, they were always dandy-flowers wishing flowers wildflowers but wild only gets you believing in the sun and keeping shrubs in vases All of which suit me, because In the lonely nights of endless black, I have the company of my own stars and when holy words of weeds fall back I remember that— wild humans are only wildflowers
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
I keep my weeds in a vase
Mickey Mouse Club House
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
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The giraffe and the mouse lived in a big tall house. The mouse asked giraffe "do I make you laugh?" In response to the mouse, the giraffe said "no" "How can I laugh when you're close to my toe?" "Close to your toe?" Said the mouse "but why? Giraffe looked down and began to cry. "It's a long story mouse" giraffe cried in despair. "I'm all ears" said mouse and he pulled up a chair. "To cut a long story short I've got an in growing nail" "Oh" said mouse with a flick of his tail. "Leave it to me I'll be back in a minute" He brought back a kit with some first aid in it. "Lift up your foot" and mouse set to work. Giraffe raised his leg trying not to **** Mouse fixed the nail in no time at all Giraffe was impressed by mouse so small! "How did you do it?" Asked  giraffe in disbelief Mouse just wiped his brow with a handkerchief. "While I'm down here giraffe is there anything I've missed?" "After all...                    I'm the one and only.... Qualified rodent chiropodist!"
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
Giraffe & Mouse
shrek is beck deck is smeck get top decked by the kripp or u wont get any dipp slip slop drip drop kip kop hippity hoppity hood goes the clock tick tock the mouse ran up the wall and died rest in pizza
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
shrek
Phone in your home Phone with you on the road Three way connections Incoming calls, not one, but another-aka call waiting Phones with caller ID Cordless phones Hands free phones Toothy phones sticking out of people's ears Picture phones...say cheese! Phone texting instead of talking Hello? I cannot hear you! Television and movies in your home DVD players in your car Watch those images on your computer Watch them on your cell phone Television in the airport Television in the restaurant Television at the gas pump Television in the grocery store line What's next? Television in the operating room? Music on your home stereo Music on your car radio Store it all on your traveling ipod Melodious cell phone rings everywhere Your mp3 player and new computer speakers Your favorite cable music channels And plenty of music blasted in the stores Can't I just have a thought to myself? Don't forget computers! Instant messaging Junk mail in cyberspace All your shows and movies always at your instant access Computer dating Computer stalkers and hacking Computer crashes I foresee because computer bugs and viruses are trying to invade my soul! And I feel sick! I can't get that music out of my head! I think my ears are ringing! You've heard of couch potatoes I think I'm a mouse potato! How is that for a human spud? Yes, I admit I'm addicted to my PC! That I spend more time with technology than I do with the human race! I should be burnt out like old hardware that is on extreme overload Not made of wires and steel but of flesh and blood I am designed! But I can't stop!!! The technology of the future is now here! I know what George Jetson was saying when he said: JANE! GET ME OFF THIS CRAZY THING!
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Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 1:46 PM UTC
Technology Treadmill
Phone in your home Phone with you on the road Three way connections Incoming calls, not one, but another-aka call waiting Phones with caller ID Cordless phones Hands free phones Toothy phones sticking out of people's ears Picture phones...say cheese! Phone texting instead of talking Hello? I cannot hear you! Television and movies in your home DVD players in your car Watch those images on your computer Watch them on your cell phone Television in the airport Television in the restaurant Television at the gas pump Television in the grocery store line What's next? Television in the operating room? Music on your home stereo Music on your car radio Store it all on your traveling ipod Melodious cell phone rings everywhere Your mp3 player and new computer speakers Your favorite cable music channels And plenty of music blasted in the stores Can't I just have a thought to myself? Don't forget computers! Instant messaging Junk mail in cyberspace All your shows and movies always at your instant access Computer dating Computer stalkers and hacking Computer crashes I foresee because computer bugs and viruses are trying to invade my soul! And I feel sick! I can't get that music out of my head! I think my ears are ringing! You've heard of couch potatoes I think I'm a mouse potato! How is that for a human spud? Yes, I admit I'm addicted to my PC! That I spend more time with technology than I do with the human race! I should be burnt out like old hardware that is on extreme overload Not made of wires and steel but of flesh and blood I am designed! But I can't stop!!! The technology of the future is now here! I know what George Jetson was saying when he said: JANE! GET ME OFF THIS CRAZY THING!
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The Elephant Stands Mighty, Until he sees the tiny mouse.
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
The Mighty Elephant (10w)
"While I sit at the door Sick to gaze within Mine eye weepeth sore For sorrow and sin: As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore. "How have Eden bowers grown Without Adam to bend them! How have Eden flowers blown Squandering their sweet breath Without me to tend them! The Tree of Life was ours, Tree twelvefold-fruited, Most lofty tree that flowers, Most deeply rooted: I chose the tree of death. "Hadst thou but said me nay, Adam, my brother, I might have pined away; I, but none other: God might have let thee stay Safe in our garden, By putting me away Beyond all pardon. "I, Eve, sad mother Of all who must live, I, not another, Plucked bitterest fruit to give My friend, husband, lover;-- O wanton eyes, run over; Who but I should grieve?-- Cain hath slain his brother: Of all who must die mother, Miserable Eve!" Thus she sat weeping, Thus Eve our mother, Where one lay sleeping Slain by his brother. Greatest and least Each piteous beast To hear her voice Forgot his joys And set aside his feast. The mouse paused in his walk And dropped his wheaten stalk; Grave cattle wagged their heads In rumination; The eagle gave a cry From his cloud station; Larks on thyme beds Forbore to mount or sing; Bees drooped upon the wing; The raven perched on high Forgot his ration; The conies in their rock, A feeble nation, Quaked sympathetical; The mocking-bird left off to mock; Huge camels knelt as if In deprecation; The kind hart's tears were falling; Chattered the wistful stork; Dove-voices with a dying fall Cooed desolation Answering grief by grief. Only the serpent in the dust Wriggling and crawling, Grinned an evil grin and ****** His tongue out with its fork.
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Eve
"While I sit at the door Sick to gaze within Mine eye weepeth sore For sorrow and sin: As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore. "How have Eden bowers grown Without Adam to bend them! How have Eden flowers blown Squandering their sweet breath Without me to tend them! The Tree of Life was ours, Tree twelvefold-fruited, Most lofty tree that flowers, Most deeply rooted: I chose the tree of death. "Hadst thou but said me nay, Adam, my brother, I might have pined away; I, but none other: God might have let thee stay Safe in our garden, By putting me away Beyond all pardon. "I, Eve, sad mother Of all who must live, I, not another, Plucked bitterest fruit to give My friend, husband, lover;-- O wanton eyes, run over; Who but I should grieve?-- Cain hath slain his brother: Of all who must die mother, Miserable Eve!" Thus she sat weeping, Thus Eve our mother, Where one lay sleeping Slain by his brother. Greatest and least Each piteous beast To hear her voice Forgot his joys And set aside his feast. The mouse paused in his walk And dropped his wheaten stalk; Grave cattle wagged their heads In rumination; The eagle gave a cry From his cloud station; Larks on thyme beds Forbore to mount or sing; Bees drooped upon the wing; The raven perched on high Forgot his ration; The conies in their rock, A feeble nation, Quaked sympathetical; The mocking-bird left off to mock; Huge camels knelt as if In deprecation; The kind hart's tears were falling; Chattered the wistful stork; Dove-voices with a dying fall Cooed desolation Answering grief by grief. Only the serpent in the dust Wriggling and crawling, Grinned an evil grin and ****** His tongue out with its fork.
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61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom A “Mansion” for the Rat! Snug in seraphic Cupboards To nibble all the day While unsuspecting Cycles Wheel solemnly away!
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Papa above!
Congratulations, you now have a sweet *** ride It was really my own fault for leaving it outside. I have to say, I’m almost impressed, because stealing a bike must have been quite the test. In broad daylight, no less, you snuck up to my house, snatched up my bike and scurried off, quiet as a mouse. My neighbors must have been distracted, you picked a great time, to steal that bike right off my lawn, the perfect crime. I hope that you took it because you loved it a lot, not so you could sell it, get some money, and buy, lots of *** But I’m sure that’s not the case, you wouldn’t do that, I’m sure that you’re just borrowing it to bike off some fat. Or you took it because you couldn’t afford one for your kids, if that’s the case don’t worry, I’m glad, that you did. Regardless of the reason it was taken for, I’ve learned my lesson, I’ll leave my bike out no more! Anyway, I hope that you’re now really happy. Good day to you. Sincerely, Me
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC
To the Person Who Stole My Bike
“Life was easier when I was young.” Was what my grandma used to say, “We didn’t have all the problems that people have today. All of this technology, it helps clutter our mind, Without it we’d be much less stressed I think that you would find.” I never used to understand how she could think that’s true, It’s obvious computers have made life easier for me and you! Just look around at all the incredible things available to man, The most powerful technology that can fit in the palm of your hand! We have Email, and iPods, and TV you can record! We have every kind of website to peruse if you’re bored! We have Netflix, and GPS, and don’t forget Smartphones, And we can do all our shopping with a mouse click in our homes! Things have gotten so convenient that it’s so hard for me to know, How somebody could think life was easier many years ago. But as I grow older, I now slowly begin to see, The difficulties that were also invented along with technology. We now have cybercrime, which poses a very real threat, Credit card information gets stolen and you can be crippled with debt. And all your personal information sits vulnerable on your home computer, Hackers can easily break in and take it like a cybernetic looter. There are too many channels on TV you feel like your mind could drown, And people in the ‘50’s never had their DVR break down. People had only one phone at home; no cellphones at all; Nowadays, I hate that anyone at any time can give my cellphone a call. We have an entire of world of problems that we never had before, And with the pace that society is moving they’re impossible to ignore. As I get older, all this convenience slowly seems less grand, And when I think of what my grandma said, I finally understand.
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
I Finally Understand
“Life was easier when I was young.” Was what my grandma used to say, “We didn’t have all the problems that people have today. All of this technology, it helps clutter our mind, Without it we’d be much less stressed I think that you would find.” I never used to understand how she could think that’s true, It’s obvious computers have made life easier for me and you! Just look around at all the incredible things available to man, The most powerful technology that can fit in the palm of your hand! We have Email, and iPods, and TV you can record! We have every kind of website to peruse if you’re bored! We have Netflix, and GPS, and don’t forget Smartphones, And we can do all our shopping with a mouse click in our homes! Things have gotten so convenient that it’s so hard for me to know, How somebody could think life was easier many years ago. But as I grow older, I now slowly begin to see, The difficulties that were also invented along with technology. We now have cybercrime, which poses a very real threat, Credit card information gets stolen and you can be crippled with debt. And all your personal information sits vulnerable on your home computer, Hackers can easily break in and take it like a cybernetic looter. There are too many channels on TV you feel like your mind could drown, And people in the ‘50’s never had their DVR break down. People had only one phone at home; no cellphones at all; Nowadays, I hate that anyone at any time can give my cellphone a call. We have an entire of world of problems that we never had before, And with the pace that society is moving they’re impossible to ignore. As I get older, all this convenience slowly seems less grand, And when I think of what my grandma said, I finally understand.
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there was a little mouse he just loved to cook lots of different recipes from his little book he longed to be a chef cooking up a dish work in some hotel was his only wish cooking different meals fish and beef and steak all these different things he could learn to make doing lots of sweets apple pie and rice lots of chocolate pudding dishes that were nice he could wear his hat and his coat of white a proper chef in uniform would give him such delight cooking all day long to a recipe be a master chef just like he long to be buy a big hotel five star maybe more a hotel of his own just like he longed for cooking all day long as busy as can be cooking lots of things to a different recipe
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
mouster chef
The house was haunted The family fled They couldn't find the priest So they got me instead. I read aloud my poems Full of sorrow and pain, About dreary things And nearly going insane. "My Gawd", the ghosts cried " This is fierce gloomy stuff, I thought we were bad But this, Enough! Enough! " Well they wailed and they shrieked And they wailed some more Then holding their ears They ran out the door. Even ghosts they desert me I thought After they'd gone They'd never even heard of a sorrow    so deep Or a pain as sharp as mine. I sat there all alone in the silent house With not a whisper, no! not a mouse When all of a sudden there came    something strange A little sound like that of slow trickling    water. "Have you something to say to me    House", I asked "Before I up and leave you forever", The little sound, it stopped all at once    and looked up As if very surprised at having been    discovered. I rose to leave But quickly turned back amazed When from down & out of the    chimney Crept this little voice so slight & warm    & tender. " Forgive me Sir", it said, "But I could contain myself no longer, That little sound you hear, the tiny    trickle Is but the teardrops from my eyes    dripping Such a pain and sorrow as yours I never heard before Those anguish drenched words They seeped through my walls right    into my heart They pierced me deeply, Yea, they pretty near tore me apart, I'll remember you Sir when you're    gone I don't think I could ever forget you". I listened and was sorely moved "Thank you House ", I said, "thank     you, thank you kindly" And turning again at the front door "Goodbye House, look after those    who'll live here, won't you". Outside the birds, they were singing And up in the sky, the sun The sun, it was shining.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
The Haunted House
The house was haunted The family fled They couldn't find the priest So they got me instead. I read aloud my poems Full of sorrow and pain, About dreary things And nearly going insane. "My Gawd", the ghosts cried " This is fierce gloomy stuff, I thought we were bad But this, Enough! Enough! " Well they wailed and they shrieked And they wailed some more Then holding their ears They ran out the door. Even ghosts they desert me I thought After they'd gone They'd never even heard of a sorrow    so deep Or a pain as sharp as mine. I sat there all alone in the silent house With not a whisper, no! not a mouse When all of a sudden there came    something strange A little sound like that of slow trickling    water. "Have you something to say to me    House", I asked "Before I up and leave you forever", The little sound, it stopped all at once    and looked up As if very surprised at having been    discovered. I rose to leave But quickly turned back amazed When from down & out of the    chimney Crept this little voice so slight & warm    & tender. " Forgive me Sir", it said, "But I could contain myself no longer, That little sound you hear, the tiny    trickle Is but the teardrops from my eyes    dripping Such a pain and sorrow as yours I never heard before Those anguish drenched words They seeped through my walls right    into my heart They pierced me deeply, Yea, they pretty near tore me apart, I'll remember you Sir when you're    gone I don't think I could ever forget you". I listened and was sorely moved "Thank you House ", I said, "thank     you, thank you kindly" And turning again at the front door "Goodbye House, look after those    who'll live here, won't you". Outside the birds, they were singing And up in the sky, the sun The sun, it was shining.
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One friend is deaf but manages to hear twice as much as I do, while simultaneously embedding himself in games and genius. One friend is kind and smart, always complimenting and supporting others before herself. One friend is quiet, and she is both easily embarrassed and easily embarrassing. One friend is the previous friend's brother, and crushes on me while never saying enough. One friend is very intelligent and geeky, and detests wearing skirts even more than I. One friend is really in your face and dramatic, pushing the boundaries on everything, but noone hates him. One friend is the unfortunate brother of a great annoyance, but is her polar opposite. One friend has hair of constantly changing color; blue, green, pink, black, yellow, brown, but always the same hoodie no matter her hair choice. One friend has a thousand faux laughs, but guards his true one from the light. One friend has a mocking joke for everything, and you can't help but laugh with her. One friend has a treasured hat and while sketching everyone, everything, and everywhere, lays my insecurities to rest as I do the same for him, both of us in need of some love and understanding from a kindred spirit. One friend has an obsession with a band and a book and a show, and an overbubbling enthusiasm for everything in her life. One friend has a meme for everything, and a perverse thought for every situation he encounters. One friend is half blind but she manages to see twice as much as me and explains everything beautifully. One friend is crazy and gets away with the exclamation of abraham lincoln in any awkward silence because its just his nature. One friend is as a mouse, but a genius in every aspect and hides behind her glasses. One friend is obnoxiously loud and more of a dork than the gangster his hoodie implies so everyone simply laughs. One friend smiles like a duck in the cutest way, and wears her square glasses in the best way. One friend longs for a love that is loyal and hide s behind his temperment
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
a silly poem for my silly friends
One friend is deaf but manages to hear twice as much as I do, while simultaneously embedding himself in games and genius. One friend is kind and smart, always complimenting and supporting others before herself. One friend is quiet, and she is both easily embarrassed and easily embarrassing. One friend is the previous friend's brother, and crushes on me while never saying enough. One friend is very intelligent and geeky, and detests wearing skirts even more than I. One friend is really in your face and dramatic, pushing the boundaries on everything, but noone hates him. One friend is the unfortunate brother of a great annoyance, but is her polar opposite. One friend has hair of constantly changing color; blue, green, pink, black, yellow, brown, but always the same hoodie no matter her hair choice. One friend has a thousand faux laughs, but guards his true one from the light. One friend has a mocking joke for everything, and you can't help but laugh with her. One friend has a treasured hat and while sketching everyone, everything, and everywhere, lays my insecurities to rest as I do the same for him, both of us in need of some love and understanding from a kindred spirit. One friend has an obsession with a band and a book and a show, and an overbubbling enthusiasm for everything in her life. One friend has a meme for everything, and a perverse thought for every situation he encounters. One friend is half blind but she manages to see twice as much as me and explains everything beautifully. One friend is crazy and gets away with the exclamation of abraham lincoln in any awkward silence because its just his nature. One friend is as a mouse, but a genius in every aspect and hides behind her glasses. One friend is obnoxiously loud and more of a dork than the gangster his hoodie implies so everyone simply laughs. One friend smiles like a duck in the cutest way, and wears her square glasses in the best way. One friend longs for a love that is loyal and hide s behind his temperment
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my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightacross from my window,night air bothered with a rustling din sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin- man’s tiny racket. The horses sleep upstairs. And you can see their ears. Ears win- k,funny stable. In the morning they go out in pairs: amazingly,one pair is white (but you know that)they look at each other. Nudge. (if they love each other,who cares?) They pull the morning out of the night. I am living with a mouse who shares my meals with him,which is fair as i judge.
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My Sonnet Is A Light Goes On In
Once not long ago In the vile state of Utah, An evil wizard Impregnated a feral cat with Mormon seed. In no time at all, A litter was born And all of them died But one– Mittens the Kitten. Mittens grew up with a sense of entitlement Because the evil wizard filled his head With the Mormon scriptures. When Mittens would catch and **** a mouse, The evil wizard would pet Mittens With a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to **** In the evenings, Mittens would enjoy a bowl of warm blood. Sometimes it would coagulate, But Mittens loved his blood. He lapped it up With a a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to **** The evil wizard was a Harvard Business Grad, And since feline-humanoids were not accepted At Harvard Business School, The evil wizard taught Mittens All that he knew. Mittens soaked up the knowledge With a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to **** Some years went by and Mittens Became a successful business owner. He would lap up bowls of Other people's business With a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to **** Fast forward to the present tense (My personal favorite tense) And Mittens is running for president. He uses his magical smirk to cloak his lies So that naive voters might believe that They should vote for this cat. He smirks and he lies With a vigor that is borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to ****
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Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
Mittens the Kitten
She was his temple. He drowned in her spirit. It killed him in the end. He was hiding under her skin. He was her house. Her shelter from storms Where as a mouse she hid. An honest abode. Concealing the secrets of joys long since passed. In the days where emotions exploded. The joys were captured in  a net of nylon. Stuck in a location where all  secrets live. They are stopped dead. Dead in their tracks. Left no remains. Grey tear stains. Faded from red. The remains of the day. As dolphins together. They rove free through the sea. Livvi
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Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
Dolphins!
400 years America , For 400 years America, we've been playing this game of cat and mouse, and for 400 years America, you refuse to give us the keys to the house. For 400 years America , we've been asking to be free, and for 400 years America , you sat there and you promised me, all the freedom I could ask for , for just a small fee For 400 years America , we've been paying that small fee in sweat, and a concenratred mixture of tears and blood For over 400 years America , we've had to watch our people bleed , for over 400 years America , you've literally scorched and scathered and destroyed our seed. For over 400 years America our sons, daughters, fathers , mothers have bled and for over 400 years tear after tear was shed The flags that represent you, make you free . But the same flags that represent you, don't represent me. The flags that say "all men are created equal" considered me an animal and there seemed to never be a sequel. 400 years later and still "no refuge can save, the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave" I am not blind, don't need a stick or a stave, I am not foolish, I see the road that you page
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
....unfinished
T'was the night before Christmas And with everything done The kids were all dreaming Of Christmas Day fun The tree was completed We had wrapped all the toys When from the basement below We heard a faint noise I sprung from the couch Took off down the stairs On my way through the kitchen I tripped on two chairs I slid down the staircase To the base of my house And there with my shortbreads Was a ****** great mouse My wife followed close And then she let out a shriek She saw me and the mouse And she started to freak He nibbled the cookie and he ran past my nose right down my torso Then he stopped at my toes My wife was still screaming The mouse didn't care He continued his running On under the stairs I crawled to my workshop Grabbed the first thing I found A mallet for pounding That mouse in the ground I limped to the staircase And I swung at the wall I again lost my balance And again, I did fall I put two holes in the riser Two more in the tread I was gonna keep swinging Till that mouse was dead I broke the one lightbulb That lit up the room Now I was worried I couldn't see...found the broom I stepped on one end Squared my self in the sack I then heard a noise The mouse had come back I heard his slight skitter As he went past my feet He was off to the larder For more stuff to eat I went back to the workshop Tripping at least three more times I would finish this mouse He would pay for his crimes I grabbed for a lighter And my large propane torch I would hunt down this mouse And his **** I would scorch I lit up the propane And I aimed at the stairs It caught light on the carpet And I burnt both those chairs The flames went on upward The stairs were quite dry I laughed in hysterics That **** mouse would fry My wife had recovered And decided to run but, after seeing the flames She phoned up 9 1 1 The mouse left the building In fact, he never was found The house burned in seconds It collapsed to the ground And through the whole scene I just stood there and laughed At the wreckage before me And I thought, **** I'm daft I had ruined our Christmas And I burned down our house Over a **** shortbread cookie And one little mouse The kids, they got out And were wrapped up and warm While I was creating My own perfect storm The gifts were all ruined The house ...all consumed And over my head One large question loomed If I had gone for the shotgun And shot at the mouse Would I be still having Christmas And would I still have a house My wife came on over And she gave me a swat She said "look what you've done" "you great stupid **** I learned a great lesson and folks ...it is that Once I rebuild I will then buy a cat!!!
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
The Christmas Mouse
T'was the night before Christmas And with everything done The kids were all dreaming Of Christmas Day fun The tree was completed We had wrapped all the toys When from the basement below We heard a faint noise I sprung from the couch Took off down the stairs On my way through the kitchen I tripped on two chairs I slid down the staircase To the base of my house And there with my shortbreads Was a ****** great mouse My wife followed close And then she let out a shriek She saw me and the mouse And she started to freak He nibbled the cookie and he ran past my nose right down my torso Then he stopped at my toes My wife was still screaming The mouse didn't care He continued his running On under the stairs I crawled to my workshop Grabbed the first thing I found A mallet for pounding That mouse in the ground I limped to the staircase And I swung at the wall I again lost my balance And again, I did fall I put two holes in the riser Two more in the tread I was gonna keep swinging Till that mouse was dead I broke the one lightbulb That lit up the room Now I was worried I couldn't see...found the broom I stepped on one end Squared my self in the sack I then heard a noise The mouse had come back I heard his slight skitter As he went past my feet He was off to the larder For more stuff to eat I went back to the workshop Tripping at least three more times I would finish this mouse He would pay for his crimes I grabbed for a lighter And my large propane torch I would hunt down this mouse And his **** I would scorch I lit up the propane And I aimed at the stairs It caught light on the carpet And I burnt both those chairs The flames went on upward The stairs were quite dry I laughed in hysterics That **** mouse would fry My wife had recovered And decided to run but, after seeing the flames She phoned up 9 1 1 The mouse left the building In fact, he never was found The house burned in seconds It collapsed to the ground And through the whole scene I just stood there and laughed At the wreckage before me And I thought, **** I'm daft I had ruined our Christmas And I burned down our house Over a **** shortbread cookie And one little mouse The kids, they got out And were wrapped up and warm While I was creating My own perfect storm The gifts were all ruined The house ...all consumed And over my head One large question loomed If I had gone for the shotgun And shot at the mouse Would I be still having Christmas And would I still have a house My wife came on over And she gave me a swat She said "look what you've done" "you great stupid **** I learned a great lesson and folks ...it is that Once I rebuild I will then buy a cat!!!
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My plush buddy, Which acted as a knight, Is ready to hug me, When I want to fight. My dolls and men Which laze around all day Come through for me When I want to play My insects and bands, Which decorate the house, Helps to scare my mom, Like a mouse. I love my toys, They bring joys, And laughter, And playful banter.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
Favorite Toy
The Lego Man in his Lego house Made Lego love with his Lego spouse While his Lego cat Caught a Lego mouse And all was well in Legoland.
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Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 3:19 AM UTC
Lego