"plagueing" poems - Hello Poetry

In their perceived cleverness Women ultimately ruin everything great in this world. They claim that men are responsible for the ills of this world, When in fact, women are the root of all turmoil on this earth. In their perceived cleverness, they assume men are too stupid To read the writing on the wall, When most men are all too aware Of the miniscule amount of regard, they have for us. Were it not for the necessity of the womb, For the propagation of the species, the wholesale slaughter of these petty creatures Would solve the majority of problems Plagueing this earth. The vast majority of negative technological advances Stem from the female need to make things more convenient for themselves, While men, bear the predominant portion of the burden Of maintaining civilization, Dying by the thousands at war, breaking their backs in harsh labor, and never receiving due respect from women. Its no wonder misogynist ideals are spreading.

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Sep 2, 2012

Sep 2, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC

connor-jeffries

Perceived Cleverness

In their perceived cleverness Women ultimately ruin everything great in this world. They claim that men are responsible for the ills of this world, When in fact, women are the root of all turmoil on this earth. In their perceived cleverness, they assume men are too stupid To read the writing on the wall, When most men are all too aware Of the miniscule amount of regard, they have for us. Were it not for the necessity of the womb, For the propagation of the species, the wholesale slaughter of these petty creatures Would solve the majority of problems Plagueing this earth. The vast majority of negative technological advances Stem from the female need to make things more convenient for themselves, While men, bear the predominant portion of the burden Of maintaining civilization, Dying by the thousands at war, breaking their backs in harsh labor, and never receiving due respect from women. Its no wonder misogynist ideals are spreading.

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I am not lazy I'm just sick but not with the typical case of senioritis but with the one where your breathing actually sounds like an old man and old man that smokes five packs a day the one where your hunched over in sheetz coughing like you should be in the hospital it could be my body trying to get rid of the mucus that's plagueing me but maybe it's other toxins maybe it people and habits my body forcefully pushing them away because I finally got the wisdom to say I'm done

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Mar 13, 2016

Mar 13, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC

emmakf

Senioritis

I am not lazy I'm just sick but not with the typical case of senioritis but with the one where your breathing actually sounds like an old man and old man that smokes five packs a day the one where your hunched over in sheetz coughing like you should be in the hospital it could be my body trying to get rid of the mucus that's plagueing me but maybe it's other toxins maybe it people and habits my body forcefully pushing them away because I finally got the wisdom to say I'm done

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The victims muzzled, The barking never humms And Where the wild things are Is another home. Speak forward and see that its all The same from future pasts, In a greivamce i filed The return was: Null and void because it is so And i accept the lower end Diction given by my universe Which in my mind is crazy, Thus i am crazy to them. Privileged is not Being rich but plagueing The right to have rights, Monopoply of the most torn. Rip the flag of your eyes, The red white and blue Is still my home and i suffer Greatly, because my suffering Is better than most places Where suffering is a slow mourn of life.

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Jun 17, 2018

Jun 17, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC

dedpoet

Poach

The victims muzzled, The barking never humms And Where the wild things are Is another home. Speak forward and see that its all The same from future pasts, In a greivamce i filed The return was: Null and void because it is so And i accept the lower end Diction given by my universe Which in my mind is crazy, Thus i am crazy to them. Privileged is not Being rich but plagueing The right to have rights, Monopoply of the most torn. Rip the flag of your eyes, The red white and blue Is still my home and i suffer Greatly, because my suffering Is better than most places Where suffering is a slow mourn of life.

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