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I am barely a mineral now, not yet a woman in the ground, not yet growing gardens and begging people to cook my peppers. My home is dizzy from my constant re-entry, which helps me to cheat, in life I am looking for the harvest in  people. I am a thread of cotton pulling every word like it is more porous than the next, which helps me. I summersault through conversations rather read in sharpie, on the last corner white space of bathroom stalls, alone and blushed. I remember love like a tagline inviting a smile and messages to strangers. When I look in the mirror I am always inhaling, my mouth says O, O I am out of excuses. I tell everyone I’m tired of working, which helps me to hide in my comet ways. I am tight-lined,   which is to say I feel love on the hairs of my arms, the wind, the blades of fans speak to me at night when I have nothing left to say. I am licensed to moving. In the dark in the cities public spaces and also in alleyways I am soft like a moonbeam. I am convinced the world is a sewer, which helps me to explain the exchange of waste and skin and the secrets hidden in tunnels of shadows. When I move the world blurs with me like a heartbeat. I am underground like the sewer, rotten in negative spaces, which helps me, to hear the echo ripple swish of every piece of trash call my name. I have no response. Some days the world is too ***** One day I will learn to quilt and stitch together every important face, which will help me to remember my grandmother and how she loved to balloon to the sky. I dream she is a large magellanic cloud beaming out of the universe, the force of believing is the word Hallelujah sung from the lips of Leonard Cohen. It is midnight. It is noon. I close my eyes for a second and I see myself as miles from the moon. I am running every day now and there is nothing left to see. My heart is a kitchen door swinging and it does not want to stop.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
A Diary of a Working Girl
I am barely a mineral now, not yet a woman in the ground, not yet growing gardens and begging people to cook my peppers. My home is dizzy from my constant re-entry, which helps me to cheat, in life I am looking for the harvest in  people. I am a thread of cotton pulling every word like it is more porous than the next, which helps me. I summersault through conversations rather read in sharpie, on the last corner white space of bathroom stalls, alone and blushed. I remember love like a tagline inviting a smile and messages to strangers. When I look in the mirror I am always inhaling, my mouth says O, O I am out of excuses. I tell everyone I’m tired of working, which helps me to hide in my comet ways. I am tight-lined,   which is to say I feel love on the hairs of my arms, the wind, the blades of fans speak to me at night when I have nothing left to say. I am licensed to moving. In the dark in the cities public spaces and also in alleyways I am soft like a moonbeam. I am convinced the world is a sewer, which helps me to explain the exchange of waste and skin and the secrets hidden in tunnels of shadows. When I move the world blurs with me like a heartbeat. I am underground like the sewer, rotten in negative spaces, which helps me, to hear the echo ripple swish of every piece of trash call my name. I have no response. Some days the world is too ***** One day I will learn to quilt and stitch together every important face, which will help me to remember my grandmother and how she loved to balloon to the sky. I dream she is a large magellanic cloud beaming out of the universe, the force of believing is the word Hallelujah sung from the lips of Leonard Cohen. It is midnight. It is noon. I close my eyes for a second and I see myself as miles from the moon. I am running every day now and there is nothing left to see. My heart is a kitchen door swinging and it does not want to stop.
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There is a kinetic  c e l e b r a t i o n throughout the entire universe-- both known and unknown;   each molecule a universe to itself- a world interconnected; of sub-atomic celebrators filling all time and space perpetually valuing value itself Value-- who, at its prime core is in itself the self-celebration of hope/value= Love- (tagline) #healing     and it is everywhere.                   Yet, we.. are unaware. Loving words   (all that is real) align with the celebration-    of the kinetic-heal and they pick up the magic (the receivable rendition) allowed into the receiver through the act of volition and suddenly we become aware. •••• I am  melting  into   you-- and in the blend   of us I am finding   the c l a r i fi c ation      of me--  a process  until today I never believed in. Once rolling alone I am finding the word  h o m e in everything       that     you do     e v er y- t h i n g.                                          -by paulSN
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
the nature of us
Two book bags just got shot down, while celebrating the end of the school year on the play ground. Destroying our souls. Again and again! in Chi-town. Ain’t nothing sacred anymore. Marching from here to there. Saying “Stop The Violence” is met by a corrupt system; that just don’t CARE. We The People must learn to CARE once again. About our community.... Our brothers and sisters in their beautiful black skin. Those two book bags represent someone’s little girls bleeding out on the cement shores. Never to explore education's reach, marriage, or raising children in peace. “Stop The Violence” isn’t just a tagline. Its a call for justice, while sustaining the Black man's bloodline. Our children deserve to be safe, while being Proud and Black in any living space.... at any given time. Why does my Black skin come with a 'they died too soon' deadline? (C) Copyrighted
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
** Ode to the Two Book Bags.**
// Not really a poem, just sharing my experience, I guess // I really don't know, How my dad found out about my poems, Maybe he went through my files and read most of the collections... Going through my stuff is something he has never done before, but on reading my poems, He said to me, ' *To many broken-heart poems, saying the same thing, about the same person, How long do you plan to be this way, lost and messed up??* ' and I said to him, ' Dad you wouldn't understand ' Well he left me with that, and he went to office and I to school, but later in the evening, he held out a box, It contained a watch, The brand name was Fastrack, and the tagline went as, Move-On!... I  made a poker face and told him, ' *I see what you did there dad... your puns are more killer than my poems...*  ' and he told me, ' *Your poems are pieces of **** you are still young* ' And I said again, ' *You wouldn't understand, Dad... Don't call them pieces of **** ' and then he interrupted me, saying ' When I was your age.... and I won't tell what happened next, just that with that classic line, came in more puns... but in the end, he told me - " *You are not the only one who has gone through all this **** " and with an expression I would call rather weird, he exclaimed..., " *Her lips tasted of wine, and soft hazel were her eyes...* " but I interrupted him in between, and went shouting, " Mom, Mom!!!.... " and he behind me, screaming, " Wait, You Hypocrite !! "
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
Thanks Dad
The snagged line grows taut As I repeat the question " Is there anything you want?" House too empty , stairs too steep She wants me back, I worry "Weve been to ASDA , dont ask what i bought" Saturday afternoon phonecall "How are things?" The reluctant tagline "Not so bad" Front garden going native I set off down the cracked path Doesnt want next door to see I dont wave TALKING THEIR LANGUAGE June classroom, stir of voices Arriva trains glide to the coast Coffee needs filling, the last biscuit goes This afternoon we look at idioms Unpicking centuries, cultures Somalia, Bangla Desh, Kurdistan English remains official Still a puzzle "Speak slowly and clearly" "Dont hit trees with sticks" "Its a piece of cake" The intricacy of language Shapes ancient letters "Lemon squeezy " chimes Messa Our laughter is shared
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 6:50 AM UTC
UNRAVELLING
~ *A diamond is forever. Don't leave home without it. The complete man Melts in your mouth, not in your hand. Snap, crackle, pop. Pleasure you want. Protection you trust. As fresh as an autumn breeze. Maybe she's born with it. Think different. Make. Believe. Have a happy period.* ~
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Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 11:24 AM UTC
Once Upon a Tagline
"Hard to live" Should be the tagline For our beloved country. It cost a leg To find a place to live. And an arm To physically keep pushing forward. America has a problem. I'll say it once more. America has a problem.   This is where people have the Right to be judged For falling in a failed system.
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Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 10:01 PM UTC
We The People
Today, I shared a post on Facebook. It explained that manipulating someone into having *** with you is a form of **** To the ex-classmate of mine who thought it was okay to post a meme with the tagline, "Regretting consensual *** isn't **** in response to my own post: Not only are you are a perpetrator of **** culture, you act as though **** is some sort of joke. You think victims "cry" **** like the boy who cried wolf, that their traumas are fabricated, cheap shots to seek revenge against impotent lovers and unfortunate one night stands. Being manipulated into engaging in any sort of ****** activity does not equate consent; because to manipulate is to unjustly coerce someone to submit to another. Consent is not the enigma society makes it out to be; really, it's quite simple. Did they say yes? I'm not asking if they said no-- that's irrelevant. Did they say yes? The fact that one individual feels the need to manipulate someone else into having *** with them implies that someone else didn't want to have *** in the first place. Guess what? If someone doesn't want to engage sexually with another person, then that is not consent, and just as **** can be imposed physically, it can also be imposed mentally and emotionally. So there you have it, ex-classmate of mine-- you've said your piece, and I have every right to follow suit. you are remarkably disgusting. And I'll be ******* ****** if I sit around twiddling my thumbs, scrolling through Facebook mindlessly, while you belittle victims of **** for the purpose of your own amusement. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk, *** hat.
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
PSA: **** Ignorant Little Boy
Today, I shared a post on Facebook. It explained that manipulating someone into having *** with you is a form of **** To the ex-classmate of mine who thought it was okay to post a meme with the tagline, "Regretting consensual *** isn't **** in response to my own post: Not only are you are a perpetrator of **** culture, you act as though **** is some sort of joke. You think victims "cry" **** like the boy who cried wolf, that their traumas are fabricated, cheap shots to seek revenge against impotent lovers and unfortunate one night stands. Being manipulated into engaging in any sort of ****** activity does not equate consent; because to manipulate is to unjustly coerce someone to submit to another. Consent is not the enigma society makes it out to be; really, it's quite simple. Did they say yes? I'm not asking if they said no-- that's irrelevant. Did they say yes? The fact that one individual feels the need to manipulate someone else into having *** with them implies that someone else didn't want to have *** in the first place. Guess what? If someone doesn't want to engage sexually with another person, then that is not consent, and just as **** can be imposed physically, it can also be imposed mentally and emotionally. So there you have it, ex-classmate of mine-- you've said your piece, and I have every right to follow suit. you are remarkably disgusting. And I'll be ******* ****** if I sit around twiddling my thumbs, scrolling through Facebook mindlessly, while you belittle victims of **** for the purpose of your own amusement. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk, *** hat.
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Ok love hear me out, I know it doesn't matter anymore but I am writing this message when I have no hope left or whatsoever. You have your reasons to be I had mine. For a time I thought by forgetting the past we can move on, these past days felt exactly how I wanted our relationship to be. I never said you or made you realise how much hurt was I at times and I was okay with it because I had you and I will always put you first over anything even if it means work, yes work and at times you knew how much you meant to me over anything. I find myself in the scariest places I have put myself through the hell of trying to win this losing relationship but i feel it's been going nowhere at all as you have made up your mind cause that's what you asked me, in mind it was okay if I lose. there's no purpose in living i feel when I can't even feel anything I have been dead inside before and I know how worse does that feel, lately my emotions are detached and i feel tangled up like wires, chaos within. Our call that night, thank you you were there with me but that's how I feel exactly every moment, dead. On that video call where we didn't talk I was looking at you and I don't know what your eyes usually tell others but right then you gave away a secret I learnt to say "I know". I will be always be with a tagline 'Let me feel again, Anything. Everything. Please. I will take it all.' and you understood me. 2020 has been a struggle as you can say, but for me, particularly, it's been a struggle everyday. I believed in you with my everything and I don't blame you for anything. Last time I needed time I sat in a place of peace and sweetness, and my thoughts about you and us became poetry but, the moment I came back it was too late and you were gone. Love, I write this to say that I love you and always will, and to prove it, I could end myself but it's not that I'm scared, but i would end myself, not knowing, if you smiled, when you knew, i loved you more than myself. Love, I have to thank you for everything everyday no need to go into detail and you know now without explaining I am what I feel. Currently empty, like a plant left over. Love, you are my sunflower, warm, yellow blooming joy infectious as sunshine which puts a smile over my face, golden in the light and my perfection. No matter what you will be growing through my heart, warm with happiness and love. You were my sigh of relief and now you're gone and I’m sitting here gasping for air. My eyes have dried with the tears I've cried and now I am empty, I've got nothing to give and now I am done, I've got nothing to look upto. I'm fine, if not completely at the moment, I will be, sometime later. I love you and take care, Yours soon to be unknown.
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Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 9:24 AM UTC
My Last Letter to Her
Ok love hear me out, I know it doesn't matter anymore but I am writing this message when I have no hope left or whatsoever. You have your reasons to be I had mine. For a time I thought by forgetting the past we can move on, these past days felt exactly how I wanted our relationship to be. I never said you or made you realise how much hurt was I at times and I was okay with it because I had you and I will always put you first over anything even if it means work, yes work and at times you knew how much you meant to me over anything. I find myself in the scariest places I have put myself through the hell of trying to win this losing relationship but i feel it's been going nowhere at all as you have made up your mind cause that's what you asked me, in mind it was okay if I lose. there's no purpose in living i feel when I can't even feel anything I have been dead inside before and I know how worse does that feel, lately my emotions are detached and i feel tangled up like wires, chaos within. Our call that night, thank you you were there with me but that's how I feel exactly every moment, dead. On that video call where we didn't talk I was looking at you and I don't know what your eyes usually tell others but right then you gave away a secret I learnt to say "I know". I will be always be with a tagline 'Let me feel again, Anything. Everything. Please. I will take it all.' and you understood me. 2020 has been a struggle as you can say, but for me, particularly, it's been a struggle everyday. I believed in you with my everything and I don't blame you for anything. Last time I needed time I sat in a place of peace and sweetness, and my thoughts about you and us became poetry but, the moment I came back it was too late and you were gone. Love, I write this to say that I love you and always will, and to prove it, I could end myself but it's not that I'm scared, but i would end myself, not knowing, if you smiled, when you knew, i loved you more than myself. Love, I have to thank you for everything everyday no need to go into detail and you know now without explaining I am what I feel. Currently empty, like a plant left over. Love, you are my sunflower, warm, yellow blooming joy infectious as sunshine which puts a smile over my face, golden in the light and my perfection. No matter what you will be growing through my heart, warm with happiness and love. You were my sigh of relief and now you're gone and I’m sitting here gasping for air. My eyes have dried with the tears I've cried and now I am empty, I've got nothing to give and now I am done, I've got nothing to look upto. I'm fine, if not completely at the moment, I will be, sometime later. I love you and take care, Yours soon to be unknown.
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Is it just me? Or some feel close to what I speak? Why? Do reporters concentrate on DJT  twittering thumb? When many of us know it not him but someone. If, he can't read a teleprompter before him without pause. Are, we suppose to be buying into this nonsense he's on twitter? Patience, he doesn't have. Which means one of the minions writing under his tagline. Pay attention closely, how all the newsgroup report this stupidity that DJT writes this on the social site. Really, people, this man isn't so bright. We very aware DJT Jr. just as dumb too. Maybe he should let the other siblings speak. For when he does he create more headaches. Then the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. But we aware that DJT isn't writing all the tweets. Even if they can't spell.
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
Donald T, Twittering Thumb
raise a woman an inch above a man, and you will raise an hippopotamus above an elephant. jokes sided.... the piston works, yes? the horsepower is ferrari or ford? make a tagline of the treadmill lost to the ******* tools are missing: hammers and other additives, but the rich boy turned into ***** sniffer are aplenty: next best seller, arab carpet seller turned into a capitalist we are fathomed with! raise a woman an inch above a man, soon stilettos will not do, but the skulls of other men for the tormented walk. let man’s optics suffice... let woman’s felt suffice: as her ****** of the closed eye prove: man sufficed pleasing her with eyes glorifying open and her skin numbed to a loss of a virgin’s pillow fight sleepover: made man into a disquiet animal of her ennobled sacrifice of having to live beyond his burial as a widow that once spun web, then as widow spun doubly an architecture of lies as the once spun netting for enclosing a man for pure mechanics. fools are we to attest such nature, but double fools are we to succumb to it.
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
heel on earth
#Paul SN *There is a kinetic  c e l e b r a t i o n throughout the entire universe-- both known and unknown;   each molecule a universe to itself- a world interconnected; of sub-atomic celebrators filling all time and space perpetually valuing value itself Value-- who, at its prime core is in itself the self-celebration of hope/value=  Love- (tagline) #healing     and it is everywhere.                   Yet, we.. are unaware. Loving words   (all that is real) align with the celebration-    of the kinetic-heal and they pick up the magic (the receivable rendition) allowed into the receiver through the act of volition    and suddenly we become aware.    •    •    •    • I am  melting  into   you-- and  in the blend   of us I am finding   the c l a r i fi c ation      of me--  a process  until today I never believed in. Once rolling alone I am finding the word,   h o m e in everything       that     you do..     e v er y- t h i n g.* #
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Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC
the nature of us
Song of ****  Things got wrong  Black dark sky  Landed on D2371.  This void soul  Dark matter shatter Who are you? A question perhaps  Trapped in screenshot  Living in simulation  Talk of town Who's this sarcasticbong?  Dumb dumb  Looking for show It's hidden flow Blinded earthlings go.  Multiple parallel riff  Colours popping gif Can't you niff  Awake your clairvoyance.  Narrate your story Mock theosist lore So called influencer  Hide your favorites  Blame to others  Boycott with hastags Real is bluff  Everything good, me  Everything bad, you  Rhyming with tagline  Someone tagged you.  fyoo-cher  haz-bin kom-pruh-mahyzd.  ©sarcasticbong
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
CLAIRVOYANCE
there are people on the internet who will always know more about me than my parents do. they’ll see my tagline and they’ll feel it the same way that i feel it the rush that comes with that very first introduction the freedom that tags along on the coattails of a name that at least one person will keep as yours they’ll feel the sadness that comes with the moment that someone you love turns out to not love you back well, not you specifically, but your kind as they say they’ll feel the dread that comes with the look in someone’s eyes when they find out about everything they’ll feel the excitement that comes along with the first smile that a stranger gives you when you introduce yourself and they don’t question your very existence or turn your greeting into a debate they’ll feel the solidarity. they’ll feel the community. two words that i broadcast to everyone except the two people who gave me two different words before they even asked what i liked. mom. dad. i’m not your baby girl. i love you. this is me this is who i am and who i am isn’t going anywhere. i hope one day you’ll learn to love him.
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Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
he/him
I would never have got to feel what I felt when your hands found their way to my head and ruffled my hair. I swear, That was one of the best feelings in the world. ''Tall dark and handsome'' goes the tagline, we know all too well. ''2 out of 3 ain't bad'' you lightly comment, winking at me. You have a pool of men to choose from, but powers of persuasion and magnetism saw you pull towards me. I am the babyccino you treated yourself to after a hard week at work. A sample of the love and decadence to come. If you only let yourself- Frothy and soft, like my body succumbing, and letting you do as you want. Milky and sweet. Warm with every touch. I could be the rich flakes of shredded chocolate, the marshmallows gracing the top, to make a good thing- even better. If only you let yourself
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
Babyccino (2013)
John Legend is John Legend in: John Legend (the Legend of John Legend)
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
Tagline...
Always elected. Washed 'til torn. Had the line loved best. Worn in rest, at play. But now its dated, It's too tight. Tagline no longer fits. Time to remove and toss away. Favorites are outgrown. Replaced by new bests. Time frays even favorites.
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Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 3:20 PM UTC
My Favorite Shirt
Lost minds To the TV Repeat tagline Catchphrases Disease Internet ignorance interconnected The polls are open We've already projected The results are close But the people have selected The next war monger Mongrel Expect Death, secrecy Lies And hunger The people of an Invisible god are So easily bought Yet they give away so much Sacrifice any inner peace For their own sense of Power and security All the while still On their knees Waiting, Praying Voting For their inner beast This is the hell we seek We speak in tongues and Cheeks The dumb will speak Repeating these decrees Segregation Congregation Separation Modern nation From the pulpits And stages They feel safe When all their Fear is in cages And say they Trust in the one The god is a gun Cruel religion And a senseless vision Evolution of the Human conditions Stuck in rendition
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
usual muse
i have absolutely no idea why this world is built upon the stagnation that good is equated with being stupid, and that evil is prime intelligence... or primarily so. take the retards away, and what you're left with is what democracy challenges.... democracy is a kind of politics that allows for crimes to prosper... take Jimmie as an example a belief in strength is not a belief bound to rebellion... democracy breeds a faith in rebellion and the distribution of injustices, where everyone can suddenly exclaim: NOT MY FAULT! hands raised flapping, the innocence plea... the dodo's: i shouldn't be dead, but i am, nonetheless, here i out-flap the attempts of pigs at flight! so too the chickens croaked, and didn't coo like pigeons; so too the Krev Ørn: na ma hyrna jar! ska hurn sad nah! and then death followed - hi sfaldnjier ga'rm! d + n + j = ð dneerie... or ~, or quasi.... or nearer - knee earned ear - harpoon tagline ooze! knock knock. who's there? onomatopoeia. onomatopoeia who? echo! echo! echo! so spoke the chastised pigeons when hearing the morose croaks of crows.
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
Krev Ørn (d + n + j = ð)
Facing your own. One race for years has a problem confronting their own. They are the master of total fear. We seen it in segregation. When that race became the rage of a hatred nation. We see it in present times. When confronting racists seems to hinder their  test of humanity. When any racial group of your own creating violence. When professing they are better than others. And those of that race hide behind the tagline-of see no evil. Then you enable hate to move around society. White churches that professes love. Doesn't go the distant to fight hatred. Like a person that can't speak. They stay silent as if they are hate groups supporters. But one day when that button is pushed to confront. Just watch how the group that create the fear. Now wants to seek peace at the conference table of love. Except time for solving a conflict only started us to challenge our hearts.
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
One Day Fear
Time always ticking A trip triple tricking The thinker’s talent telling Told trust in their wits A tad foretold in tableaux Tot tot tin buckets in tams Take out and talkative Go tick tick tick tick Trick the topography Turn up the top town To take a tent Try truly hard But tend to be tardy Tagline and cosine And untwine and the capital of Lichtenstein? And whatever else you can find To taint the trees with telemarketing Watch the tardigrades Trek through lichen and tailwater Taradiddle my fiddle and Trick the ticking time
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
Ticking Time
Thou Shalt Not Lie, might well be his motto. Except fabrication is his path. The lying president loves to take the low road. And honestly, believes his own truth. More fiction than facts is his tagline. Even when he speaks you ponder if he lost his own mind.
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
The Lying President