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"rhinoplasty" poems
the extermination of the straight white male soon we will be gone and the remainder carried over into zoos for “safekeeping,” our DNA and ***** harvested for science purposes you will be pitched advertisements send $ to San Diego Zoo so they can save the few remaining white rhinos (which they neglect to mention are in preserves in Kenya and the Sudan, but send $$ a way) and the last three straight white guys (surfer, techie, and an aborigine) to preserve the species so the world can modify their cells to stop sexism, racism and other male diseases gonna maybe mate them with the rhinos, which will be expensive cause of all the rhinoplasty, so send me some money, money, money yup
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Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
the extermination of the straight white male
Calf augmentation => silicon implantation Endoscopy, otoplasty, baby Mentoplasty, rhinoplasty, scalpel Juvederm at 4, Starbucks pit-stop right after, pop some xany's and go Chemical peel, dermabrasion Dr. Unknown PhD. meet patient Montag XR3. Brain stimulation, kneecap replacement Doc, I'm starting to miss the table, is this a complication I should expect? Fat grafting, bone grafting, mystic tanning (what really is natural nowadays?) Chin reconstruction, laser resurfacing, (what really is me anyways?) Consultation with your post-op pain, It's gonna be "Ouchy" for a month, but worth it in the end. Self-esteem scan shows a cancerous tumor and growth Yuck And here I thought plastic was "cancer-free"?
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Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
Ken Doll
Let 'em hear ya in the cheap seats In the nosebleeds Trashed and thrashed The stove heats up the whole house The beauty pageant is being judged by those who have been bribed and the biased There's no room at the inn To the barn, I guess Ring in the morning As today's hectic schedule chimes in The chimney sweep preforms rhinoplasty on a bobcat And sends windup toys to Goodwill I christen thee, Backwards! Here, take this seven leaf clover for good luck
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
Unnamed Bologna
In fifty years, all my land Might be swallowed whole by the glorious ocean By means of erosion. See? I do learn things in that concrete prison, Where they raise concrete children, in a plaster mould To fit their vision. Aren't I rebellious. Tell me I'm brilliant, I am the future! I am all you people's pensions, I choose your nursing home Give me your money. I am your investment. If I spend it on ******* That's your risk factor right there. No insurance policies dear. I am reckless. Aren't I fabulous. In fifty years, my nasal septum Could be eroded by means of class A narcotics. But there's always rhinoplasty. And I'll be married to a big fat banker, With comprehensive cover on all of my dreams I'll divorce him for millions. Ingenious. I'll be a plastic hollow Barbie, Dripping with diamonds. I will be everything That I ever stood against. Sitting perched between two fingers delicately The fat rich men will take drags on me Until I am ashes. Old nicotine.
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Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
Erosion Evident Over Time
It takes one to know one swift fell swoop like a bat out of hell and certainly the belfry. If you've something to prove to the birds and the bees, I won't bat an eye at your rhinoplasty. I'll take two hoots, 'cause I sure won't give them. Find somebody else to get up and go; I cry like I fly like a carrion crow and I've two left feet and no time to tango. It takes three strikes 'til it's not just company any more — it's a crowd and my agoraphobia is making this worse, so I might disperse. If you don't quite care, let's put two and two together; playing pretend we're birds of a feather. I could commend, but that's such a no-no; you're more like a doornail to me, less like a dodo. And if you don't much mind, I might just take five. I'm chicken-livered, but at least alive though I feel like a dead duck, dusted and done. I won't be there, I'll stay fair and square, right back at square one. Now can you see how this is cyclic? Makes me feel one sandwich short of a picnic, up the wall, and driving me sick. Apologies, I don't mean to nitpick, and I know I've a number of bees in my bonnet, but I've zero interest in your haiku and sonnets. So here's one for the road, turn by the way the devil drives you home, and one good turn deserves another.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC
Numeromancy
there were dandelions on the grass dear girl, the smell of an Alcatraz flower is fresh on my linen but sometimes I look back and wonder if this city wears a too thick a coat while it struts pantless over the sidewalks of Macarther Park there is liturgy mumbled, a woman waving her hands in the air– Sunday school prayers being learned in Spanish tri-folded pamphlets on the floor and gum over the pavement blackened by the cooperative march of immigrant workers speaking in all tongues and carrying on their backs, the tower of babel while halted at a red light heavy cargo trucks speeding down Alameda Street wearing down the road and the patience of drivers tents multiplied, and R.V's lining the streets   the old buildings being torn down and neighboring apartments  getting face-lifts   "beautification" costs more than headshots– more than a rhinoplasty– more than the real estate of DTLA– when you see two kids come out of a tent with their school backpacks on –you begin to grasp the price Is this what Keats meant: "A thing of beauty is a joy forever " even while destitute the neon pink on their bags seemed like another gift of spring and their perseverance the paragon of  a psalm of life
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
"Beautification" (Every morning at 7:40 am)
The prehensile snout of a Tapir is  posturally renowned, but  I am no caricaturist unless I required Rhinoplasty Neither am I an Air Force Major or a Fireman, never having shot or doused in anger never clanged quid pro quo, I am a wordsmith, without  a necessarily  dangerous  course, a wedgeless door stop this side of juxtaposition, trying for a profile, riding on a buzz, to think so few images could  conjure so much verdure
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC
No Conjurer
Liquorice fellows, Hooded Execution - A glossy black Etonian intrusion, Settling walnuts Cracked apart and clever, Snap crack Snap, crack, and black forever Caterwauling rats All brown and nasty Sprouting tumours Buck teeth Rhinoplasty, Stealing eggs and dragged on backs of tumours, Hissing soft through yellow teeth 'consumers' Rabbits silver Lands of plenty green, All green and plenty Land of ours, unseen, Rats and crows Pick our country bare, God help the rabbit, God God help the hare.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
Nature Comments On The General Election