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"oopsie" poems
Lucifer just said I'm two-faced; But the reality is I wear many faces Each one a mask Picking a bouquet of oopsie-daises Unabashedly lashing out at you I eviscerate; wielding a scalpel Then I pounce; scalped him, Pelt dangling from my ***** pack **Went Kerouac on ***** *** Surprise, surprise Palpable attack Thumbing tacks into your eyes Lame as a bad sitcom Band-wagon careening off the laugh-track Everybody loves disarray **** Vamoose! Underlying interloper Feel the allusion in high resolution; Little tike on the ***** Anne frankly I'm that Führer fomenting furor Have you lost your marbles? Inaudibly garbling warbled garbage Mauled to death **I **** narwhals** Convoluted revolution I revel in it Elusive illusion Testify, I bring the excellence in electrocution I'm the executioner Putting the fun in funeral Like a neurotic necrotizing narcotic A lobotomy to the temporal I dreamt the demented torment of descent Cascading like a torrential waterfall Ghoulish delight Primeval upheavaler With hopes to elope, many fold Mic bold, but I suspect she's hitting the slopes; Ice cold Evoking emotion but a hopeless show marionette in a stranglehold
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
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Oopsie daisy I get a little clumsy when it comes to love it gets a little crazy I slip and trip I flip and stall I blunder the kiss and stutter and all but if all you ever utter is this “I love YOU” just hold me please …before I fall
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Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 4:19 PM UTC
Oopsie Daisy
Take me out onto the roller rink, where, under the neon disco ball, everything turns pink and hazy Make me out to be your in-line princess, your ribbon-bred baby Spin me 'round and 'round drivin' me crazy crazy crazy Bring me to my knees sorry, you whispered to me "oopsie-daisy" Drop me to the floor my crustacean legs fold crooked underneath me like a crab i skip back onto the tips of my toes i cover up quick like a lady Still, I wait patiently for more Still, spinning under these hazy neon lights looking for someone new again, looking for somewhere else to score.
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Dec 24, 2023
Dec 24, 2023 at 11:18 PM UTC
Eudaimonic Queen of the West Allis Dance Floor
/                  there's a difference between sycophancy and, being:                        endearing... like there's a difference between what psychiatrists fear -              empathy and what the generic   (yes, that's a collectivist term for society) crave, in the form of sympathy... why why, oh my... words actually do possess the fathomability of squares and other forms of ad abstractum;         so... can you make my sudden surprise: generic?!     ginger ninja, ******* son of a skivvying mom (um?)    'ere we go! 'ere we go!      rhyme and rhythm -    now watch me perform     a... mahler! enough rhyme to encompass a rhythm for you?   - ginger ninja... **** me:    good that i didn't think it up,              but merely passed it on. (that seriously implies the genesis of the concept of a paragraph, in english,       utilißing the hyphen... i'm foreign:    english isn't exactly to become a serious concept...      i fiddle with it without playing a violin...      i toy with it...     the mortus operandi   of the memoria of my great grandfather (on my mother's side)   was that i was supposed to play the piano...    sure as **** i'm playing one now... but all my notes are "surd"-encodings...    inorganic now...               organic later... ha ha! that ******* i're celtic                               ginger ninja! ha ha! it's a love: that transcends                             domesticatic a woman; because there's an alternative to keeping one?                really?! mmm...  just the thought of an alternative:    one word clue...                   yummy:                            mixed-race ******* jay-jay- jay-may-can       oopsie far-vour    (that's québécois for                                 vow-oh-r    voo...                      trump pursed lips...                               far-  -voo- -voolevie-                   voo-va-voom... and no... it's not a... favour...)              come to think of it,    i prefer organic canvases              of implementation,            since: no poet actually convened to surprise the, "idea": which was already a priori in             an ontological canvas; this? this is just a posteriori!    am i the first person to actually paint onto a psyche rather than                     a blank canvas of wool?   what a ******* piss-head that i am infuriating such ideas without any actual implementation strategies!                                                                           /
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
you could call me smug... if i wasn't drunk
/                  there's a difference between sycophancy and, being:                        endearing... like there's a difference between what psychiatrists fear -              empathy and what the generic   (yes, that's a collectivist term for society) crave, in the form of sympathy... why why, oh my... words actually do possess the fathomability of squares and other forms of ad abstractum;         so... can you make my sudden surprise: generic?!     ginger ninja, ******* son of a skivvying mom (um?)    'ere we go! 'ere we go!      rhyme and rhythm -    now watch me perform     a... mahler! enough rhyme to encompass a rhythm for you?   - ginger ninja... **** me:    good that i didn't think it up,              but merely passed it on. (that seriously implies the genesis of the concept of a paragraph, in english,       utilißing the hyphen... i'm foreign:    english isn't exactly to become a serious concept...      i fiddle with it without playing a violin...      i toy with it...     the mortus operandi   of the memoria of my great grandfather (on my mother's side)   was that i was supposed to play the piano...    sure as **** i'm playing one now... but all my notes are "surd"-encodings...    inorganic now...               organic later... ha ha! that ******* i're celtic                               ginger ninja! ha ha! it's a love: that transcends                             domesticatic a woman; because there's an alternative to keeping one?                really?! mmm...  just the thought of an alternative:    one word clue...                   yummy:                            mixed-race ******* jay-jay- jay-may-can       oopsie far-vour    (that's québécois for                                 vow-oh-r    voo...                      trump pursed lips...                               far-  -voo- -voolevie-                   voo-va-voom... and no... it's not a... favour...)              come to think of it,    i prefer organic canvases              of implementation,            since: no poet actually convened to surprise the, "idea": which was already a priori in             an ontological canvas; this? this is just a posteriori!    am i the first person to actually paint onto a psyche rather than                     a blank canvas of wool?   what a ******* piss-head that i am infuriating such ideas without any actual implementation strategies!                                                                           /
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i was under the impression that i needed you.                        my mistake.
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
oopsie.