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"orangutan" poems
The punitive silences, the bad atmosphere they generate, the mind-games they use to try to **** you in are telltale signs of the toxic person. It could be your in-laws, a parent, coworker, your boss or spouse, a sibling, a roommate, boyfriend or girlfriend, someone you want out of the house. Toxic people want to make you miserable. Especially if you're a decent sort, they hone in on you like a heat-seeking missile. They spew their negativity and blame it on you. They lie constantly, or twist the facts to suit their changing needs of the moment and they never apologize (so don't expect an apology, ever). With a toxic person there is no reciprocity. They sprinkle their toxic dust on you. It makes them feel better. Their ulterior goal is to demean you, to make you feel smaller. They project their worst tendencies onto you, find fault with you for traits you don't possess--- a shadow of the **** that lurks inside them. They try to dictate the emotional atmosphere through their attitude or twisted mood. They drain you of your energy, bring you down, They'll always find a reason why your good news isn't great news. Their agenda is to cut you down to their size, to manipulate and control to **** you over while they play the injured party. Confront the bully. Speak up to the manipulator, the trickster, the backstabber. but beyond a certain point there is no point in arguing with them. Don't try to change the toxic person. You can't. You'd have better luck changing an orangutan into **** sapiens. Only a shrink could change them, and then only if they hit rock-bottom. Don't try to justify yourself. It's a waste of time which would only draw you deeper into their net. Set boundaries to keep their negativity in check. Stop trying to please them. Let that toxic somebody in your life know you're onto them and they can't get away with it anymore. Don't fall into their trap, don't get caught up in their life-dramas or try to get them out of trouble. Don't let them instill guilt in you. But try not to take their toxicity personally. Remember, it's them, not you. You are not to blame though they desperately want you to feel you've done something wrong. If necessary (and if possible), delete the toxic person from your life and move on. Know when enough is enough. Saying good riddance doesn't necessarily mean you hate them, it means your own well-being comes first. Immunize yourself. Preserve your inner strength. Set your own rules. And, when possible, just walk away.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
Toxic People
The punitive silences, the bad atmosphere they generate, the mind-games they use to try to **** you in are telltale signs of the toxic person. It could be your in-laws, a parent, coworker, your boss or spouse, a sibling, a roommate, boyfriend or girlfriend, someone you want out of the house. Toxic people want to make you miserable. Especially if you're a decent sort, they hone in on you like a heat-seeking missile. They spew their negativity and blame it on you. They lie constantly, or twist the facts to suit their changing needs of the moment and they never apologize (so don't expect an apology, ever). With a toxic person there is no reciprocity. They sprinkle their toxic dust on you. It makes them feel better. Their ulterior goal is to demean you, to make you feel smaller. They project their worst tendencies onto you, find fault with you for traits you don't possess--- a shadow of the **** that lurks inside them. They try to dictate the emotional atmosphere through their attitude or twisted mood. They drain you of your energy, bring you down, They'll always find a reason why your good news isn't great news. Their agenda is to cut you down to their size, to manipulate and control to **** you over while they play the injured party. Confront the bully. Speak up to the manipulator, the trickster, the backstabber. but beyond a certain point there is no point in arguing with them. Don't try to change the toxic person. You can't. You'd have better luck changing an orangutan into **** sapiens. Only a shrink could change them, and then only if they hit rock-bottom. Don't try to justify yourself. It's a waste of time which would only draw you deeper into their net. Set boundaries to keep their negativity in check. Stop trying to please them. Let that toxic somebody in your life know you're onto them and they can't get away with it anymore. Don't fall into their trap, don't get caught up in their life-dramas or try to get them out of trouble. Don't let them instill guilt in you. But try not to take their toxicity personally. Remember, it's them, not you. You are not to blame though they desperately want you to feel you've done something wrong. If necessary (and if possible), delete the toxic person from your life and move on. Know when enough is enough. Saying good riddance doesn't necessarily mean you hate them, it means your own well-being comes first. Immunize yourself. Preserve your inner strength. Set your own rules. And, when possible, just walk away.
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We're on a train in London's subways and everyone stands with a dead-eye peer down the carriage, so please, hold my hand. They're all like apes, hung on bamboo poles and strung vine-straps, hunkered over the small space I have to myself, so please, hold my hand. I think you've become just like them, Daddy; a ringed-eyed orangutan or narrow-staring lemur. You've become much less human it scares me, so please, let go of my hand.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Daddy through London
A lion’s mane would’ve been permed, zebra would be all white, spotted leopard would’ve been spotless, an orangutan would have blonde hair, an elephant’s tusk would’ve been whiter, rhinoceros would’ve had smooth skin, hippos would’ve been skinny, raccoons wouldn’t have had dark circles. Need I go on?
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Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC
If beauty standards ever existed in the animal world.
Red herrings tend to be trustworthy, But lead us astray. Orange orangutans are trustworthy: If it looks menacing, it is; If it grunts, it's meaningful; If it moves, it's unpredictable. In captivity they're studied As evolutionary wonders, But it's still an orange orangutan, Pounding his chest.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
Mr. Orangutan
The pretty Peacocks welcome me, They have their colorful feathers spread for display, They shake their bodies & attract me. I then move towards the next enclosure, I see an Asiatic Lion sitting gracefully like the King, I realize that he in deed was the King. I then see one of them sitting like a human being, I was greeted by the awesome orangutans next, I wish to get myself a pet orangutan someday. Roaming half-way through the Zoo I get tired, I decide to see the rest of the dream tomorrow.
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May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 6:01 AM UTC
Zoo
Plastic plates bowls and cups loaded on recycling trucks. You've had your party thrown it away, Less to wash up at the end of the day. But few fall out they blow in winds, Escape the grasp of the recycling bin. Not all bags are renewable plastic, Less strong now not so fantastic. So write a note for a new tote, Handles far stronger less likely broke. It's not our problem it's goods we buy, There wrapped and packaged to the shoppers eye. But when the seas are less serene Choked on plastics and polystyrene. Death tolls rise numbers of sea life plummet, Dont ya think its time we do summit? To a turtle or whale a tasty dish, To dine upon the jellyfish. Not a bag for life that passes by, That binds them to starvation before they die. So the seas bob in colour of plastic pollution. Times running out what to be a solution? Its high time we started a clean up revolution! To use less packaging to educate all. Before the tides continue to rise and we loose them all. The ice caps are melting at an alarming rate, How long before for all it's too late. Eco systems absorb UV, cool the world for nature to be. Polar life need ice to remain, In cooler climates to sustain. But as they melt and tides continue to rise, Am losing hope for their demise. Leave the jungles and forrests for self restoration, Less fossil fuels and deforestation. The trees keep falling from constant felling, With palm oil growing; plantations swelling. Our orange ancestors the orangutan, Has been their homes since the jungles began. To break life cycles whole eco systems, It's time to change the world with our wit and wisdom. Else what do we leave to the future generations, Man on earth just viral abominations.
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Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
LESS FANTASTIC THAN PLASTIC...
Plastic plates bowls and cups loaded on recycling trucks. You've had your party thrown it away, Less to wash up at the end of the day. But few fall out they blow in winds, Escape the grasp of the recycling bin. Not all bags are renewable plastic, Less strong now not so fantastic. So write a note for a new tote, Handles far stronger less likely broke. It's not our problem it's goods we buy, There wrapped and packaged to the shoppers eye. But when the seas are less serene Choked on plastics and polystyrene. Death tolls rise numbers of sea life plummet, Dont ya think its time we do summit? To a turtle or whale a tasty dish, To dine upon the jellyfish. Not a bag for life that passes by, That binds them to starvation before they die. So the seas bob in colour of plastic pollution. Times running out what to be a solution? Its high time we started a clean up revolution! To use less packaging to educate all. Before the tides continue to rise and we loose them all. The ice caps are melting at an alarming rate, How long before for all it's too late. Eco systems absorb UV, cool the world for nature to be. Polar life need ice to remain, In cooler climates to sustain. But as they melt and tides continue to rise, Am losing hope for their demise. Leave the jungles and forrests for self restoration, Less fossil fuels and deforestation. The trees keep falling from constant felling, With palm oil growing; plantations swelling. Our orange ancestors the orangutan, Has been their homes since the jungles began. To break life cycles whole eco systems, It's time to change the world with our wit and wisdom. Else what do we leave to the future generations, Man on earth just viral abominations.
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there's a crazzzy devil in the white house twisting our nation into a denizens den a tub of **** in a suit ascending ***** matter in a clogged toilet a black plague we have a president with the attention span of sea clams an emotional ******* drip of impetuosity a spiraling fit of rage a snarling delusional dog narcissist in a warping mirror a pathetic complainer a cyst on the body politic clot open sore seething pustule piggish **** lover gangsters dupe fascist wana be heil heil god your a pile making Russia great again licking Vlad's ***** protecting your assets no doubt and hissing tweets at war with with only everything and figments of a disturbed imagination a real windmill killer his mouth the devils mark a yapping compulsive lier forked tongued fury possessed to a fault by the vainglories of money and ego out of bounds the biggest and the best at being the very worst and a pest grand royalty of ridicule ***** a ham ****** cartoon nightmare and clumsy stumbling bore a seething volcano of perpetual excrement reading from the book of chaos aberrations of enemies a war room president at war with his own citizens huddled in a panic chamber burns and cuts himself with his own hot sharp words as there thrown back at him a bully getting bullied a ripper getting ripped the brains of a lizards eyelid in a shadeless socket pulp hearted orangutan menace to society his mottled soul like a black sun on the verge of a black hole a hell mill of decrepitude a dark creep creeping tarnishing our beautiful country lights dim America there's a devil in the white house
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Devil In the White House
there's a crazzzy devil in the white house twisting our nation into a denizens den a tub of **** in a suit ascending ***** matter in a clogged toilet a black plague we have a president with the attention span of sea clams an emotional ******* drip of impetuosity a spiraling fit of rage a snarling delusional dog narcissist in a warping mirror a pathetic complainer a cyst on the body politic clot open sore seething pustule piggish **** lover gangsters dupe fascist wana be heil heil god your a pile making Russia great again licking Vlad's ***** protecting your assets no doubt and hissing tweets at war with with only everything and figments of a disturbed imagination a real windmill killer his mouth the devils mark a yapping compulsive lier forked tongued fury possessed to a fault by the vainglories of money and ego out of bounds the biggest and the best at being the very worst and a pest grand royalty of ridicule ***** a ham ****** cartoon nightmare and clumsy stumbling bore a seething volcano of perpetual excrement reading from the book of chaos aberrations of enemies a war room president at war with his own citizens huddled in a panic chamber burns and cuts himself with his own hot sharp words as there thrown back at him a bully getting bullied a ripper getting ripped the brains of a lizards eyelid in a shadeless socket pulp hearted orangutan menace to society his mottled soul like a black sun on the verge of a black hole a hell mill of decrepitude a dark creep creeping tarnishing our beautiful country lights dim America there's a devil in the white house
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Alright no one here leaves Until I get back my monkey He was right here beside me When we sat down at the bar He got up to use the restroom Cause my monkey is not uncouth I KNOW he didn't just drive off I still have the keys to the car We were having the best of times Telling jokes and making up zoological rhymes He even passed around that picture You know the one with the orangutan in that embarrassing position That's the last time I saw him My monkey...my best friend Will somebody help me look please These tears have all but blurred my vision I've now checked every zoo on the East coast Every circus that I know Thinking perhaps he was monkeynapped By some clown or zoological freak I haven't seen hide nor hair Of a clean shaven monkey in underwear I told you he wasn't uncouth My monkey learned that from me These days I cry in my beer Since my monkey's no longer here I guess Doodles had better things To do with his life If my monkey, Doodles you ever do see Will you tell him I miss him oodles for me And that I've accepted the fact that he's not coming back And that I'll be alright...
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC
I'm Not One To Point Fingers But...(Somebody Stole My Monkey)
eye cantaloupe batshit Midas writer's iambic within usurp ender's egret wherewithal nearly Mykonos orangutan elsewhere eye dye.
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
poem
happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie If orangutans become extinct then the co-existing species will also become extinct. This is because the orangutan is a keystone species and those co-existing species rely on the orangutans to live.
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
happy is a lie
happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie happy is a lie If orangutans become extinct then the co-existing species will also become extinct. This is because the orangutan is a keystone species and those co-existing species rely on the orangutans to live.
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Five. Cinco. Half of the ten and a fifth of the twenty five. Mathematics are a funny subject, don't you think? Some man just made up letters to correlate with numbers to transcend to concepts that in all reality could mean nothing and the square root of a orangutan could actually be yellow. I contemplate on that a lot, being the Grace that I am, wondering if what's real is real, if words are just words, or all they the pygmy hippopotamuses flying in my dreams. Anything is possible. Dreams could be reality, and reality could be a dream. Or maybe there is no such thing as realness, and everything is just madness. I learned a lot from my friend the Mad Hatter, how to love, how to be disappointed, how to fall into a pit of despair and how to wear a hat like a ****** deviant and love it. But the most important thing I learned is that sanity is very subjective, because what may seem totally sane to me, completely within the norm, may seem like complex incongruity to someone else. Maybe we're all mad. Maybe no one's mad. Maybe its just you, maybe its not you. Special. That's another word that always got me, but I prefer to think in the realms that everyone is different. The world is in different shades and hues, none are ever quite the same, so why should people be that way? But maybe yet again I'm only speaking in riddles and soliloquies and monologues and standing over all my conquests I am screaming my thoughts while they utter not a word, fearful of manic me. I'd be afraid of manic me. She is quite the finger-twitching tyrant. Words are words but are they real? Are they what you mean or are they just lies, lies, words that you scream until she dies, dies, and the world is at peace. Oh, that's not right. I once wrote a short poem similar to that I could recite by heart, but as my heart has changed the words become jumbled. Death creeps its way into lies, and heavy juxtaposition ***** with my meanings. Eating my words, until I am not a girl anymore, I am a leaf, or a bat, stuck in Wonderland until the end of my days. Funny how Alice the savior became Alice the bat. Wait, I'm not Alice, I'm Grace. Oh, I do not know who I am anymore. And that is the tragic beauty of Wonderland. You just never know what, or who, tomorrow may bring.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
My Wonderland pt. 5
Five. Cinco. Half of the ten and a fifth of the twenty five. Mathematics are a funny subject, don't you think? Some man just made up letters to correlate with numbers to transcend to concepts that in all reality could mean nothing and the square root of a orangutan could actually be yellow. I contemplate on that a lot, being the Grace that I am, wondering if what's real is real, if words are just words, or all they the pygmy hippopotamuses flying in my dreams. Anything is possible. Dreams could be reality, and reality could be a dream. Or maybe there is no such thing as realness, and everything is just madness. I learned a lot from my friend the Mad Hatter, how to love, how to be disappointed, how to fall into a pit of despair and how to wear a hat like a ****** deviant and love it. But the most important thing I learned is that sanity is very subjective, because what may seem totally sane to me, completely within the norm, may seem like complex incongruity to someone else. Maybe we're all mad. Maybe no one's mad. Maybe its just you, maybe its not you. Special. That's another word that always got me, but I prefer to think in the realms that everyone is different. The world is in different shades and hues, none are ever quite the same, so why should people be that way? But maybe yet again I'm only speaking in riddles and soliloquies and monologues and standing over all my conquests I am screaming my thoughts while they utter not a word, fearful of manic me. I'd be afraid of manic me. She is quite the finger-twitching tyrant. Words are words but are they real? Are they what you mean or are they just lies, lies, words that you scream until she dies, dies, and the world is at peace. Oh, that's not right. I once wrote a short poem similar to that I could recite by heart, but as my heart has changed the words become jumbled. Death creeps its way into lies, and heavy juxtaposition ***** with my meanings. Eating my words, until I am not a girl anymore, I am a leaf, or a bat, stuck in Wonderland until the end of my days. Funny how Alice the savior became Alice the bat. Wait, I'm not Alice, I'm Grace. Oh, I do not know who I am anymore. And that is the tragic beauty of Wonderland. You just never know what, or who, tomorrow may bring.
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Arms, legs, body and head, you can not deny it, we are just a plague widespread. Across me sits this smelly man, I see in him nothing but an orangutan. I look at his face, look at his hands, there is nothing more than a monkey in pants. I try to think of how does he think, but what do I know; I’m written by the same ink. Years and years, nothing but a lion’s purse, now seconds passed, we think we are masters of the universe. A load of meat floating on a rock, I guess we are lucky, but we haven’t even learned to walk. We hope and dream our dreams, we want to achieve, but everything is wrong when it’s not how it seems. Everyone is a god, everyone is supreme; When their belly is full, everyone lives in his own dream. But take away the feast, get in their way; Man becomes the most savage of beast. We haven’t lost that jungle sense, no diffrent than animals, our population is just more dense. But I guess we are noble in a way, that’s the greatest irony of all; Because I know how to say what I can say. Ape does not know that he is ape, he does not know the diffrence between an apple and a grape. He does not even know if his own kin he rapes; but for **** sure we should know, that we are nothing but the next-level apes.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
Next-Level Apes
*One warm day in May It started raining Orangutans Which in itself would be deranged If it wasn't so very strange They puddled up in the street Which made walking slippery Don't go out without galoshes on Stay inside and hide if you have monkey phobias Cause they're coming down rather hard In the trees and in the yards You can hear a certain jungle beat To Orangutan pitter patter under feet If you have a boat to row It might be good to set sail now It just so happens one day in May It started raining Orangutans Which in itself would be deranged If it wasn't so very strange*
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
Raining Orangutans
O Honey Child, I ain't no astronaut, but I sure do love, crave that citrus-flavored Tang! Hey Baby, do you want to get naughty, play around a bit with my big monkey? Go ahead Sweetie, shake my hairy Orangutan! And Darling, don't you be scared. He won't bite & I won't fight it. Please believe me Sugar, you're so uhhhhh, so beguiling, I promise, just kiss me, I'll be all smiles!!!
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
Drinking Orange Tang and Shaking My Monkey (I'm Be All Smiles)
I’m reddish-brown and gorgeous, My long arms can hold and swing, I’m the largest arboreal animal, And my loud call I often sing, It’s no surprise I’m “person of the forest”, With my fingers and my thumbs, I have a natural rhythm, My body is full of the beating of the drum.
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Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 6:19 AM UTC
The Orangutan
What do Trump And Y2K have in common? Some. One's a whimper, The other a bang. One was simple, The other, orangutan. Both, misleading.
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC
Bangs and Whimpers
Sitting alone in this cage all day What's an Orangutan to do I need adventure, I need to play These's to much boredom in this zoo Well hello there, em orange old thing The name is Elvis with handbags on my mind Oh, you look as though your wearing string I'm all shook up now I think you will find Well hello there Elvis you slimy snake Very glad to meet your acquaintance The name is Edward and I'm about to blow this joint If there's no further questions Elvis hissed as he had spotted a group of girls With handbags about their person and shoes "Can I slither in the cage with you and your curls" He considered that he had nothing to lose How about using that sharp tongue of yours To unlock this cage There's so much more to see out there We really should be on our way The two E's made their escape never to return They lived on bread and cheese till it came out their ears Now the past seems light years away The two friends so close in their aging years
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Elvis and Edward
If I was an elephant I would go on a rampage and trample over every mouse if I was a baboon I would throw **** on every chimpanzee and orangutan if I was a lion I would roar so loud that it would confuse every other animal if I was a python I just might squeeze the life out of something if I was a hippo then I could hide under the water for hours at a time if I was a cheetah I could run away faster than anything if I was a crocodile I could take a chomp at anything that came too close if I was a giraffe I could see them coming from a mile away but I'm a human, and unfortunately people expect more out of me
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
jungle bungle
He is not so drunk after all, the bars have closed, the streetlights glow orange above the sidewalks, a man is staggering towards the corner, swinging like a desperate orangutan from post to post on the iron gates that line the front porches, his shoes untied, he is mumbling, he is incoherent, he is wearing his finest shirt, I understand his every word
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC
He Is Not So Drunk After All
C'MON! GIVE ME SOMETHING! YOU CAN'T BE A MOZART KINDRED PRODIGY IN POETRY... POETS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE TRAINED MONKEYS! SURE YOU CAN TRAIN AN ORANGUTAN TO YODEL THE NATIONAL ANTHEM OF CHILE... BUT TO WRITE POETRY YOU GOTTA LIVE! LIVE! THIS LANGUAGE OF YOURS IS GOOD ENOUGH TO BE CATEGORISED AS BIRD-CAGE TROLLOP! HALFWAY TO CANNED SARDINES - OR DISCOVERING AMERICA IN A TIN WITH A PREMONITION OF COLUMBUS DANCING THE DING-DONG BONGO BONGO PIÑATA SHAKE (alt. to philanthropy).
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
Globalisation, Greek Nation States, London (e.g.)
Jah bleseth the lonely traveler But shall take no pity on the restless right hand of her ladyship Elizabeth DuPont. For neither the black bird or orangutan can tame the mighty chalice that has watered the wells for many half moon
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
The russian diplomat
i'll slowly but surely die out... i'll just succumb to the fatal morality of what churns out the accessible public in numbers not worth counting but worth recognising as seagull or crow, because they always were people who spoke of eternity, but who never made me feel like i ever belonged or ever wanted to have that experience; because, honestly? i never inquired into wanting one. what a load of ******** it was to begin with in the first place... no wonder if was a wholly fist-against-fist affair, dumber-ones down the hierarchy puffed their cheeks up when taking the load of a punch for plums and dentists' revisions... well d'uh, punches... you have an orangutan for excuse with you? no? pucker the ginger and send him to Syria, lights are off with this one, send him off to a training camp, or do the intro to live under Putin or Trump... i have as many excuses to breed terrorists as i have breeding slaves.... question is... which is worse; some say the former is worse than the latter... but i beg to differ.
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
Karachi Cha
Walking down the street after clubbing I see you, and you say some particularly nasty things. Your barbs, dressed as compliments attempt to bring me down after I've had so much fun partying through the town. But today of all days, I'm feeling good. Let's talk. Surprised, you lean back a bit in fear, and as you balk I say... "Listen to me you partially evolved orangutan. If you ever so much as breathe in my direction, I will bury my five inch heels down your ******** through your uretha, up through your ***** and make our encounter a brief vasectomy. Afterwards I would perform a laminectomy if it wasn't for the fact that you never had a spine to begin with. ************ I will rewrite your entire digestive system from the inside out to make you live up to the fact that all you do is talk **** And after I've so broken your ego to the extent that I gently lick your tears from your face my amigo, I will walk away as you are reduced to a puddle of slime, you sentient pile of ****** You break down and cry, and with a smile so wry, I walk away satisfied. I stride with fire.
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Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
Firestride
Some says, I don't make love, I **** hard Oh please, stop being ****** If love doesn't make sense to you, Then you shouldn't be love the way you wanted to Moanday, Toungeday, Wetday, Thirstday, Freakday, Sexday, Suckday, Changing the days of the week by these terms would be described as something risque I didn't knew that *** is necessary to do when you're in a relationship If you truly love someone, You shouldn't act like an orangutan They said that there are positions such as missionary and sixty nine, But wouldn't it be nice if you'll just talk to each other while your hands are gently intertwined? Lust and desire can wait, If the two of you can communicate So be mature enough to understand that love is not all about having *** It is all about respect and intellect
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
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oh believe me, i'm dancing a love-joy dance when your funeral ended, on your grave.... cheese disco... B-52... ooh hey yeah! things are bewildering enough to be celebrated... another mother ****** bites the dust! a staff has two ends in eastern martial arts... as it does in western conception of love, never reaching the billionth mark... a smack across your ******** orangutan diet of silicone, just to move those down-syndrome eyes together i took aim, and... SMACK! hey presto! George W. Bucks! some said it looked like Picasso's impression of Frida Kahlo... some said i discovered the famous stone of alchemy... ************ you have't even tasted the bile i'm spitting using the pop-culture covert method; get you jiggling the jingle bells for a Christmas choir and a prostitute's suicide worth of sainthood and helium sweet talk: Bobby Helms: jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell rock, jingle bell swinging, jingle bells ring; snowing, and blowing... ******* minds you get the present... but not the family; well, take it from a cat and a person concerned grooming, days after having solidified its presence in the garden, thistle needles near the **** a bit like a grizzly bear with Dr. Dolittle taking out a myrrh thorn taken from its paw... more meow than conversation, and all the better for it being so.
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
Epitaph of Bobby Helms