"tariff" poems - Hello Poetry

When to grab I'm not sure Not when Time is tariff Barely making of Future's contour Space and fate in Miscellany But perhaps I Must grab, for that remaining Flickering seconds-- before Regret stabs my back of once-in-a-blue-moon's Wasted Opportunity

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC

40370

Opportune

When to grab I'm not sure Not when Time is tariff Barely making of Future's contour Space and fate in Miscellany But perhaps I Must grab, for that remaining Flickering seconds-- before Regret stabs my back of once-in-a-blue-moon's Wasted Opportunity

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~ ***TRAVEL TIME TROPICS TRIP TOURIST TOWN TUNNEL TOLL TICKET TAKER TAXI TOKEN TRANSIT TRAIL TRANSPORT TRUCK TRACTOR TRAILER TRAIN TRACK TROUBLE TEST TERROR TRAP TRIBAL TURF THINK TALK TRY TRANSLATE TONGUE TIED TEMPER TAMPER TIMEBOMB TICKING TRINKET TRADE TARIFF TERMS TWINKLE TAX TREASURE TOTAL THEFT TAKEN TWISTING THROBING THIRSTY THROAT TECATE TAVERN TWO TEQUILA TRES TACOS TASTY TORTILLAS TEN TEQUILA TABLE TAB TIP TINA TAWDRY TROLLUP TATTOO TABOO TOE TAP TICKLE TEASE TERRIBLE TUNES TENOR TONES TRUMPETING TROUBADOURS TWENTY TEENS TICK TOCK TARDY TIME TIRESOME TESTIMONY TOTALLY TRANSGRESSED TUMULTUOUS TRAVELER***

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Jan 1, 2014

Jan 1, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC

warner-baxter

THE TUMULTUOUS TRAVELER (revised)

~ ***TRAVEL TIME TROPICS TRIP TOURIST TOWN TUNNEL TOLL TICKET TAKER TAXI TOKEN TRANSIT TRAIL TRANSPORT TRUCK TRACTOR TRAILER TRAIN TRACK TROUBLE TEST TERROR TRAP TRIBAL TURF THINK TALK TRY TRANSLATE TONGUE TIED TEMPER TAMPER TIMEBOMB TICKING TRINKET TRADE TARIFF TERMS TWINKLE TAX TREASURE TOTAL THEFT TAKEN TWISTING THROBING THIRSTY THROAT TECATE TAVERN TWO TEQUILA TRES TACOS TASTY TORTILLAS TEN TEQUILA TABLE TAB TIP TINA TAWDRY TROLLUP TATTOO TABOO TOE TAP TICKLE TEASE TERRIBLE TUNES TENOR TONES TRUMPETING TROUBADOURS TWENTY TEENS TICK TOCK TARDY TIME TIRESOME TESTIMONY TOTALLY TRANSGRESSED TUMULTUOUS TRAVELER***

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There is a work of art in the proportions of your body; a song in the rhythms of your movements. You can't see it, I know you don't believe me, but you are the most extraordinary creature I have ever had the pleasure of being acquainted with. If I were able, I would show you the beauty in your shoulder length auburn hair, and how it flows over your shoulders like a waterfall of silk. I would show you the steely grace in the strong chords of your neck as they slope downwards into your perfect breast, and laugh when you protest that it might be compared to that of a twelve-year-old boy. I would show you the delicate loveliness of the lines creased deep in your palms, like a map of all that you have touched or felt in the years leading up to this moment; lines that I would follow to the ends of eternity, if only you would allow it. If I were able, I would study you. I would take notes with my fingertips on the tender skin of your spine and pay a kiss to each vertebra, like a tariff to a toll booth on the road of your body. If you would let me learn you, I would be the most studious attentive student there ever was; keen and detailed when practicing my new-found knowledge. Yet somehow, you are blind to this. But oh how I long to show it to you. Oh how I long to show you all the ways in which I want you. All the ways in which I wish you were mine. You cannot see your own perfection, listening more to the voices of doubt and insecurity more than to those of love and self-confidence, but oh how I wish you could see yourself in all the ways I do. And someday, I will make you see it. This, I promise.

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May 22, 2013

May 22, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC

UHG

Anatomy Lesson

There is a work of art in the proportions of your body; a song in the rhythms of your movements. You can't see it, I know you don't believe me, but you are the most extraordinary creature I have ever had the pleasure of being acquainted with. If I were able, I would show you the beauty in your shoulder length auburn hair, and how it flows over your shoulders like a waterfall of silk. I would show you the steely grace in the strong chords of your neck as they slope downwards into your perfect breast, and laugh when you protest that it might be compared to that of a twelve-year-old boy. I would show you the delicate loveliness of the lines creased deep in your palms, like a map of all that you have touched or felt in the years leading up to this moment; lines that I would follow to the ends of eternity, if only you would allow it. If I were able, I would study you. I would take notes with my fingertips on the tender skin of your spine and pay a kiss to each vertebra, like a tariff to a toll booth on the road of your body. If you would let me learn you, I would be the most studious attentive student there ever was; keen and detailed when practicing my new-found knowledge. Yet somehow, you are blind to this. But oh how I long to show it to you. Oh how I long to show you all the ways in which I want you. All the ways in which I wish you were mine. You cannot see your own perfection, listening more to the voices of doubt and insecurity more than to those of love and self-confidence, but oh how I wish you could see yourself in all the ways I do. And someday, I will make you see it. This, I promise.

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Watching clouds on top of Cherry Hill telling the midwife of flowers, the Daisy how blessed and beautiful she is to me with petals white and tender it's slender stem with the slightest curve it's popularity is nothing less then deserved It's diminutive heads pop up all over the ground peeking over it's lush vivid green companion there to be picked and made a circle of glory for delicate hands full of promise will bend them all that are the hosts of Cherry Hill will call to others saying, humanity is not over The children of Earth are not as bad as they think and the heavy tariff of making them mortal some think this was unfair somewhat slightly immoral see how sweet, so not distant they are so liken to us as young foolish stars Give them a chance come stand in the circle know they maybe small but what might within so come and hold me in the circle of Daisy's By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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Dec 28, 2013

Dec 28, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC

christos-andreas-kourtis

In The Circle Of Daisy's

Watching clouds on top of Cherry Hill telling the midwife of flowers, the Daisy how blessed and beautiful she is to me with petals white and tender it's slender stem with the slightest curve it's popularity is nothing less then deserved It's diminutive heads pop up all over the ground peeking over it's lush vivid green companion there to be picked and made a circle of glory for delicate hands full of promise will bend them all that are the hosts of Cherry Hill will call to others saying, humanity is not over The children of Earth are not as bad as they think and the heavy tariff of making them mortal some think this was unfair somewhat slightly immoral see how sweet, so not distant they are so liken to us as young foolish stars Give them a chance come stand in the circle know they maybe small but what might within so come and hold me in the circle of Daisy's By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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When the monkey came to stay he ran away with the Earl Grey When the snail came to stay he left a trail When the frog came to stay he started his own blog When the giraffe came to stay he charged me a tariff When the magpie came to stay he ran of with a glass eye When the parrot came to stay he ate my last carrot When the cat came to stay he ate my welcome mat Next time their coming to stay I’ll be gone away

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Apr 12, 2013

Apr 12, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC

susan-oreilly

Came To Stay

When the monkey came to stay he ran away with the Earl Grey When the snail came to stay he left a trail When the frog came to stay he started his own blog When the giraffe came to stay he charged me a tariff When the magpie came to stay he ran of with a glass eye When the parrot came to stay he ate my last carrot When the cat came to stay he ate my welcome mat Next time their coming to stay I’ll be gone away

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Hath mighty gods placed ye among the stars? Those heavenly eyes that gaze down at us? Those stitchings of ethereal pale scars? Nay, I see the moon only, its beams combust. Wherefore art thou the one we don't deserve? Thou shouldst be soaring as an angel soars. Then I would espy, if I had the nerve. And you'd tear my mask, the one I once wore. Wouldst thou grace me with thine beauty, seraph? or wouldst thou blind me with effervescence? Wouldst thou judge me, in hand your black tariff? Or wouldst thou make mineself evanescent? For now, I dream within my dream, my love. And I glance upward, smiling at you above.

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Nov 10, 2012

Nov 10, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC

jackson-freeman

I (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Hath mighty gods placed ye among the stars? Those heavenly eyes that gaze down at us? Those stitchings of ethereal pale scars? Nay, I see the moon only, its beams combust. Wherefore art thou the one we don't deserve? Thou shouldst be soaring as an angel soars. Then I would espy, if I had the nerve. And you'd tear my mask, the one I once wore. Wouldst thou grace me with thine beauty, seraph? or wouldst thou blind me with effervescence? Wouldst thou judge me, in hand your black tariff? Or wouldst thou make mineself evanescent? For now, I dream within my dream, my love. And I glance upward, smiling at you above.

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Ill **** the ink right off the hemp of the constitution Just to spit dark remarks like coked up John Belushi at officials ass-hats enduring constant mood swings as the hormone pendulum signifies a revolution war drone generals, pimps for hire, lefty tool kits. hefty duties levied on the public, getting flooded yes I shot the tariff, but I never quit consumption off fake happiness so apathy's getting toothy Lucidly give historic figures clues through dream. Now thats nifty networking who do you know? A yeti befriended a spaghetti monster and got together to spin a blue globe.

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Aug 12, 2015

Aug 12, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC

jay-alexander

****

Ill **** the ink right off the hemp of the constitution Just to spit dark remarks like coked up John Belushi at officials ass-hats enduring constant mood swings as the hormone pendulum signifies a revolution war drone generals, pimps for hire, lefty tool kits. hefty duties levied on the public, getting flooded yes I shot the tariff, but I never quit consumption off fake happiness so apathy's getting toothy Lucidly give historic figures clues through dream. Now thats nifty networking who do you know? A yeti befriended a spaghetti monster and got together to spin a blue globe.

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Price rises in spate So is not earned buck Hits me hard market I fall like sitting duck. Home’s need for grocery Rises so too price My call for austerity She finds not at all nice. Goes up quickly tariff Not my meager earn Life is pretty stiff With bump and ugly turn. Still I breathe carefree Though my poems don’t pay With her as company Look to another day.

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Jul 15, 2014

Jul 15, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

Sitting Duck

Price rises in spate So is not earned buck Hits me hard market I fall like sitting duck. Home’s need for grocery Rises so too price My call for austerity She finds not at all nice. Goes up quickly tariff Not my meager earn Life is pretty stiff With bump and ugly turn. Still I breathe carefree Though my poems don’t pay With her as company Look to another day.

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I told you the ticking madness was enough to turn it into a panic race, so detached from all that we are made of, we become nothing we are made from. Now ingesting genetically assembled seeds - that don’t deserve the name seed at all. For seed is life, she belongs to mother earth, not a synthetic corporate beast. A patented man made pill that sprouts an idea of life, a deception, that when ingested in it’s varied shelved forms and assimilated, draws us further and further away from nature, and our nature, and man, now part robotic manifestation through assimilation alone. And they come with their chains and capitalist whips to break the backs of the earth reapers and sowers who fed yesterday, who fed their fathers, chaining them into a prison unbreakable, suffocating beneath a system controlled by paper. But surely man, his free thought, seed and crop, is more valuable than paper slavery? And our brother labours in pain, all but to produce a good, or a bad that the unsuspecting haggles for, all because their growing inner robot has a dogmatic pining to be more than nature itself. He seeks supernatural, he seeks fame and status, and to be a god, but that “god” has no concept of the cosmos he was set forth to know, to praise and to be praised by, so instead he worships artificial idols. And the fight continues. And the madness ticks on, debilitating the organic ones; seed robbery after seed robbery, crop seize and acquisition after policy, after policy, after tariff after bill and there is no bailout. It’s all woven into a web of intricacies, leaving no room for natural, no room for humble. Then they say the meek shall inherit the earth, and I wonder when, and by question alone I am reminded of the ticking madness. I am reminded that natural, never questions time.

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Apr 24, 2016

Apr 24, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC

nicole-bonomi

Untitled

I told you the ticking madness was enough to turn it into a panic race, so detached from all that we are made of, we become nothing we are made from. Now ingesting genetically assembled seeds - that don’t deserve the name seed at all. For seed is life, she belongs to mother earth, not a synthetic corporate beast. A patented man made pill that sprouts an idea of life, a deception, that when ingested in it’s varied shelved forms and assimilated, draws us further and further away from nature, and our nature, and man, now part robotic manifestation through assimilation alone. And they come with their chains and capitalist whips to break the backs of the earth reapers and sowers who fed yesterday, who fed their fathers, chaining them into a prison unbreakable, suffocating beneath a system controlled by paper. But surely man, his free thought, seed and crop, is more valuable than paper slavery? And our brother labours in pain, all but to produce a good, or a bad that the unsuspecting haggles for, all because their growing inner robot has a dogmatic pining to be more than nature itself. He seeks supernatural, he seeks fame and status, and to be a god, but that “god” has no concept of the cosmos he was set forth to know, to praise and to be praised by, so instead he worships artificial idols. And the fight continues. And the madness ticks on, debilitating the organic ones; seed robbery after seed robbery, crop seize and acquisition after policy, after policy, after tariff after bill and there is no bailout. It’s all woven into a web of intricacies, leaving no room for natural, no room for humble. Then they say the meek shall inherit the earth, and I wonder when, and by question alone I am reminded of the ticking madness. I am reminded that natural, never questions time.

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Sometime I’ve to snap Something has to give The way I have been Is just no way to live Out there in the black Somewhere in my blue Lies my way back, to Where my dreams knew Shackles are gilded, in freedom But mediocrity serves as key Here brave are usually lonesome And genius oft on its knee I did not ask them directions Still they put blinders on me Now my ride is insurrection And tariff of payback is free

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC

ashish-gupta

Dawn of Insurrection

Sometime I’ve to snap Something has to give The way I have been Is just no way to live Out there in the black Somewhere in my blue Lies my way back, to Where my dreams knew Shackles are gilded, in freedom But mediocrity serves as key Here brave are usually lonesome And genius oft on its knee I did not ask them directions Still they put blinders on me Now my ride is insurrection And tariff of payback is free

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Words ..are free...they.have no friends Nor harbor enemies. Thoughts bear no physicality nor tethered weight...have no owner They fly free .they ask no leave Nor license. Expression is amorphous requires no tariff no adjudicator. Freedom sprouted from the will to be.. No Petri dish consortium. We.walk.we fall. We creep.we. crawl Words are freedom Thoughts are.free. FREE FREE.

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Mar 30, 2014

Mar 30, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC

geno-cattouse-1

SuperSerious

Words ..are free...they.have no friends Nor harbor enemies. Thoughts bear no physicality nor tethered weight...have no owner They fly free .they ask no leave Nor license. Expression is amorphous requires no tariff no adjudicator. Freedom sprouted from the will to be.. No Petri dish consortium. We.walk.we fall. We creep.we. crawl Words are freedom Thoughts are.free. FREE FREE.

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The Coalition floated to the top surely they are not as talented. Political stealth shuns the warmth but even with a slice of toast its our Winter indoor's I can hardly believe the cheapest energy tariff won't congeal us soiled people promises made by this peculiar hue.

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Oct 22, 2012

Oct 22, 2012 at 5:46 PM UTC

topaz-oreilly

Monday Politics (U.K)

The Coalition floated to the top surely they are not as talented. Political stealth shuns the warmth but even with a slice of toast its our Winter indoor's I can hardly believe the cheapest energy tariff won't congeal us soiled people promises made by this peculiar hue.

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Your Youth. Your Time. Your placed Investiture So did these Ringers let your Throne announce With fresh commentary spring your Boys pure And clasp their Spirits for Victory enhance Now there's the Go! Humbled yet so Pronounced To apply Punctuations for your Team's End Which the Lion roars their Thoughtful Doubts bounce And Mark every Tariff they could Append When most Nations laugh, they Green in Despair Why his Coloured Mane kept whipping the Waves Perhaps Leisure, his fleeting Vice repair Kept hard-earned Fortiments from Woes and Slaves. Still on still, these Songs by Splashes carry Another Batch-of-Stamps; To Home they tarry.

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Apr 21, 2013

Apr 21, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC

xavier-paolo-josh-mandreza

SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT - TOM DALEY - #FINAWORLDSERIES

Your Youth. Your Time. Your placed Investiture So did these Ringers let your Throne announce With fresh commentary spring your Boys pure And clasp their Spirits for Victory enhance Now there's the Go! Humbled yet so Pronounced To apply Punctuations for your Team's End Which the Lion roars their Thoughtful Doubts bounce And Mark every Tariff they could Append When most Nations laugh, they Green in Despair Why his Coloured Mane kept whipping the Waves Perhaps Leisure, his fleeting Vice repair Kept hard-earned Fortiments from Woes and Slaves. Still on still, these Songs by Splashes carry Another Batch-of-Stamps; To Home they tarry.

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DJT: I want to buy Greenland. Hey, this is fun! I will turn the island into State fifty-one. They say ice is melting. Bah! That’s okay. When you mine and drill on the land, Ice gets in the way. I am going to buy Greenland. You just wait and see. I dare anybody To say "NO!" to me. I can’t wait to get my Hands on all that gold, Oil, copper, lead, and zinc. I WON’T be undersold. I plan to buy Greenland With all its wolves and seals And polar bears and penguins. I’m so good at deals. Polar bears will make terrific Rugs. I don't care! What? You say there are no penguins? I will bring some there. So I want to buy Greenland. Is THAT unorthodox? It should be so easy; You know money talks. Tell me: how could there be Objections to my plan? The whole world loves me; I’m their favorite man. I am buying Greenland. I'm sure you've heard reports. I'll construct my tower AND I'll build some big resorts. Greenlanders will love being Part of my domain. If anybody loses here, Their loss will be my gain. I can’t wait to buy Greenland. This is not a ruse. I’ll give them an offer-- One they can’t refuse. If the Danes say "No," I'll Do what I've done before: I'll just have to start another Blasted tariff war. I want to buy Greenland, Greenland, Greenland…. -by Bob (8-24-19)

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Aug 24, 2019

Aug 24, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC

bob-b

Greenland

DJT: I want to buy Greenland. Hey, this is fun! I will turn the island into State fifty-one. They say ice is melting. Bah! That’s okay. When you mine and drill on the land, Ice gets in the way. I am going to buy Greenland. You just wait and see. I dare anybody To say "NO!" to me. I can’t wait to get my Hands on all that gold, Oil, copper, lead, and zinc. I WON’T be undersold. I plan to buy Greenland With all its wolves and seals And polar bears and penguins. I’m so good at deals. Polar bears will make terrific Rugs. I don't care! What? You say there are no penguins? I will bring some there. So I want to buy Greenland. Is THAT unorthodox? It should be so easy; You know money talks. Tell me: how could there be Objections to my plan? The whole world loves me; I’m their favorite man. I am buying Greenland. I'm sure you've heard reports. I'll construct my tower AND I'll build some big resorts. Greenlanders will love being Part of my domain. If anybody loses here, Their loss will be my gain. I can’t wait to buy Greenland. This is not a ruse. I’ll give them an offer-- One they can’t refuse. If the Danes say "No," I'll Do what I've done before: I'll just have to start another Blasted tariff war. I want to buy Greenland, Greenland, Greenland…. -by Bob (8-24-19)

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Tempest triumph turmoil tomb Seeketh life or seeketh whom Ashes, bones lay beneath me Humble yourself, so you can see A wide range of locus holograms Pinched around like metal prams Escape none to route a way Knuckles grit, sinking everyday Dark puffed, stuffed grey matter Auction solidarity is no better Speech of silence, clouds of rain Piercing pledging pleading pain Thy grace, I praise as heavens open Not above but a voice has spoken Walk the steps downs, the voices called Come to us, you belong to our world Pushed dragged and pulled a few miles Clowned faces, greet with smiles Mummified shrouds hang like dolls Eyes spring out like the tennis ***** Dredged with stinkful skillful spills Rainbow colored infinite pills Wide-eyed blinks match the flurocent Contour light lights up the magnificent Bridges burn birthing ashes Torn ripped ***** worn sashes Two hands praying, Lord save our nation Two legs walk, it's another fashion Rotten forgotten the limpage lives All hands stuck in the money hives Online tariff tragic traffic terror Highlights viral vital error Known unknown captured in doubts Strapped bodies spillage by mouths Shots of needles through my veins End of life, foregone with pains! ©sim

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Feb 18, 2018

Feb 18, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC

Seema

Apocalypse

Tempest triumph turmoil tomb Seeketh life or seeketh whom Ashes, bones lay beneath me Humble yourself, so you can see A wide range of locus holograms Pinched around like metal prams Escape none to route a way Knuckles grit, sinking everyday Dark puffed, stuffed grey matter Auction solidarity is no better Speech of silence, clouds of rain Piercing pledging pleading pain Thy grace, I praise as heavens open Not above but a voice has spoken Walk the steps downs, the voices called Come to us, you belong to our world Pushed dragged and pulled a few miles Clowned faces, greet with smiles Mummified shrouds hang like dolls Eyes spring out like the tennis ***** Dredged with stinkful skillful spills Rainbow colored infinite pills Wide-eyed blinks match the flurocent Contour light lights up the magnificent Bridges burn birthing ashes Torn ripped ***** worn sashes Two hands praying, Lord save our nation Two legs walk, it's another fashion Rotten forgotten the limpage lives All hands stuck in the money hives Online tariff tragic traffic terror Highlights viral vital error Known unknown captured in doubts Strapped bodies spillage by mouths Shots of needles through my veins End of life, foregone with pains! ©sim

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for all trade, a tariff- for all debt, a war in my hand, the future and a **** to its door under my hand, dear empress, now you must understand under my will, this nation under my will- this land a strongman's ire to those who oppose tear down the bulwarks - who dare arose Orwell, dear prophet your tales of future design: "you delusional ******* This nation, a reign of infamy, this nation of mine for you, dear empress- costs any you dare for your comfort, o empress no expense to spare

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Apr 10, 2019

Apr 10, 2019 at 3:57 AM UTC

hstc

argentum bello/a war for her/the dictator's wife

for all trade, a tariff- for all debt, a war in my hand, the future and a **** to its door under my hand, dear empress, now you must understand under my will, this nation under my will- this land a strongman's ire to those who oppose tear down the bulwarks - who dare arose Orwell, dear prophet your tales of future design: "you delusional ******* This nation, a reign of infamy, this nation of mine for you, dear empress- costs any you dare for your comfort, o empress no expense to spare

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He’s a peculiar star he comes from TV ambition is his sphere and his every line is a trick all know him a notorious liar whose business is schadenfreude but many curry his sweet favour for he has the cowards fury and an actors need to be flatter'd He has no quality worthy of entertainment but we must see him every hour for he is an hourly promise-breaker for rashness, superfluous folly and thievery the world has noted, he has no historical equal In moral retreat, he outruns any jockey the treasures of his idolatrous worshipers he straightway began to strip away, by tariff too late their despair they will proclaim but the misery will be well earned . . Fool by bôa TROUBLE (feat. Nikki Williams) by Parov Stelar Who Let the **** out of the Bag by Tape Five

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Mar 4, 2025

Mar 4, 2025 at 11:32 PM UTC

anaisvionet

bootlicking idolatry

He’s a peculiar star he comes from TV ambition is his sphere and his every line is a trick all know him a notorious liar whose business is schadenfreude but many curry his sweet favour for he has the cowards fury and an actors need to be flatter'd He has no quality worthy of entertainment but we must see him every hour for he is an hourly promise-breaker for rashness, superfluous folly and thievery the world has noted, he has no historical equal In moral retreat, he outruns any jockey the treasures of his idolatrous worshipers he straightway began to strip away, by tariff too late their despair they will proclaim but the misery will be well earned . . Fool by bôa TROUBLE (feat. Nikki Williams) by Parov Stelar Who Let the **** out of the Bag by Tape Five

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In Greenland, another billion tons of ice were dropped in The drink, this time it melted in less than a day, recently, No way! Our king-kong sized terrible-two just dissolved our Nation's humanitarian program in USCIS, which allowed kids to Stay because of severe medical needs, where's the republican's Hearts?, the world at large, and everyone of us should, bay! Still ineffectively addressed by the dinos, impeachment, Grows more necessary to defend our country and the world. The tariff war, which is only a growing tax on each US Citizen by the republican conspiracy and the Trump Organized crime family, shout out, we the people Will not stand for tariffs that are only taxes on us! To top it all, at the G7 Summit, RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler Tried to get them to let Russia come back in next year's one? They didn't go for it so he stated that he wanted the next Meeting to be at his Miami resort, not only so he could Make a killing over-charging everyone for everything, but, Also so he could just allow vlad in against All wills, never!

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Aug 30, 2019

Aug 30, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC

reality

Congress, Must The People Step In?!!

In Greenland, another billion tons of ice were dropped in The drink, this time it melted in less than a day, recently, No way! Our king-kong sized terrible-two just dissolved our Nation's humanitarian program in USCIS, which allowed kids to Stay because of severe medical needs, where's the republican's Hearts?, the world at large, and everyone of us should, bay! Still ineffectively addressed by the dinos, impeachment, Grows more necessary to defend our country and the world. The tariff war, which is only a growing tax on each US Citizen by the republican conspiracy and the Trump Organized crime family, shout out, we the people Will not stand for tariffs that are only taxes on us! To top it all, at the G7 Summit, RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler Tried to get them to let Russia come back in next year's one? They didn't go for it so he stated that he wanted the next Meeting to be at his Miami resort, not only so he could Make a killing over-charging everyone for everything, but, Also so he could just allow vlad in against All wills, never!

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a gasp that favored curves where this wasp hunchback would assuage their forbearance that wailed beyond purchases in which this game with their entitlement was flatulence but the herd where proportions were beyond gases

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Jun 20, 2018

Jun 20, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC

poetman

tariff

a gasp that favored curves where this wasp hunchback would assuage their forbearance that wailed beyond purchases in which this game with their entitlement was flatulence but the herd where proportions were beyond gases

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I do not like them not at all I refuse to pay, take the fall Oh Dear Canada please build us a wall I tried to cross the border no success, they said I have to pay what? tariffs they said oh my, oh my for me? why? you are ugly we have a 25% tariff on ugly Canadians I was shocked, as that's a lot I showed them my passport again please reconsider? they looked and said *** do you not have a mirror? for you is times three, 75% All my mirrors broke and cracked long ago what could I say? No Ugly America for me

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Apr 26, 2025

Apr 26, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC

arthur-vaso

Trumps Tariffs

I do not like them not at all I refuse to pay, take the fall Oh Dear Canada please build us a wall I tried to cross the border no success, they said I have to pay what? tariffs they said oh my, oh my for me? why? you are ugly we have a 25% tariff on ugly Canadians I was shocked, as that's a lot I showed them my passport again please reconsider? they looked and said *** do you not have a mirror? for you is times three, 75% All my mirrors broke and cracked long ago what could I say? No Ugly America for me

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A circumpolar walrus to fit tariff and a Chinese auction was message in limbo so raspy in Hong Kong with elevation in the autumn of yesteryear flux this political story of trade and humanity

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Dec 30, 2019

Dec 30, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC

poetman

yesteryear

A circumpolar walrus to fit tariff and a Chinese auction was message in limbo so raspy in Hong Kong with elevation in the autumn of yesteryear flux this political story of trade and humanity

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1. In the minds of global leaders $20 million is all it takes To restore a world Assaulted by negligence, Grown by kneecapping the world, All the while, spending $1.71 trillion to ensure the worst offenders Pay for their dreams of global dominance, $20 million is all it takes To undo two hundred years Of the colonialist mentality To aright wayward ******** of harlot empires Who could only learn from neoliberals In the bordello of the Western Hemisphere— $20 million is all that it takes To restore a world, a space far too big For the imperial mind to encapsulate, For they are too worried about What is beyond space, what is in heaven In glorious economic ********** There is no peace, no trumpeting Communal values under whose auspice The world over will achieve The neoliberal dream: The arena, the coliseum, Where the sword, the tariff, the trade war Are the proper lingua franca Of the entrepreneurial class, Suppressing popular uprisings Is the front-line infantry Of the entrepreneurial class— 2. We are the Global West Subsumed under the rancher, The cowboy capitalist, On the wilds of his destiny. He’s tried his best, To drag the whole herd with him, Handed enough bootstraps To hang itself with As it ***** up water and rest, At such a premium in the hard desert of The industrialist’s heart, putting a stop To what the herd wants— It needs to make it beyond the pass Into the uncertain future of Coyotes and hazards aplenty; The only certainty is, though, Inequities between the rancher And his livelihood,— But, ah! That’s what makes The Wild, Wild, Global West So tempting to those whose numbers have been Decimated by it in the early years, Its growing pains; it’s simple, really: War makes money, suffering is The only commodity that defies the laws Of supply and demand, Its value rises as we tap more wells, More wellsprings, as it bubbles to the surface Of every sweating, stress-sickened face Whether migrating or on the assembly line. Our ranches must become bigger, More accommodating to the cattle, And, if possible, to make ranchhands Of our rival ranchers at any cost, If even the only subordinate is the earth itself.

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Sep 29, 2019

Sep 29, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC

jp-goss

360. The Wild, Wild Global West

1. In the minds of global leaders $20 million is all it takes To restore a world Assaulted by negligence, Grown by kneecapping the world, All the while, spending $1.71 trillion to ensure the worst offenders Pay for their dreams of global dominance, $20 million is all it takes To undo two hundred years Of the colonialist mentality To aright wayward ******** of harlot empires Who could only learn from neoliberals In the bordello of the Western Hemisphere— $20 million is all that it takes To restore a world, a space far too big For the imperial mind to encapsulate, For they are too worried about What is beyond space, what is in heaven In glorious economic ********** There is no peace, no trumpeting Communal values under whose auspice The world over will achieve The neoliberal dream: The arena, the coliseum, Where the sword, the tariff, the trade war Are the proper lingua franca Of the entrepreneurial class, Suppressing popular uprisings Is the front-line infantry Of the entrepreneurial class— 2. We are the Global West Subsumed under the rancher, The cowboy capitalist, On the wilds of his destiny. He’s tried his best, To drag the whole herd with him, Handed enough bootstraps To hang itself with As it ***** up water and rest, At such a premium in the hard desert of The industrialist’s heart, putting a stop To what the herd wants— It needs to make it beyond the pass Into the uncertain future of Coyotes and hazards aplenty; The only certainty is, though, Inequities between the rancher And his livelihood,— But, ah! That’s what makes The Wild, Wild, Global West So tempting to those whose numbers have been Decimated by it in the early years, Its growing pains; it’s simple, really: War makes money, suffering is The only commodity that defies the laws Of supply and demand, Its value rises as we tap more wells, More wellsprings, as it bubbles to the surface Of every sweating, stress-sickened face Whether migrating or on the assembly line. Our ranches must become bigger, More accommodating to the cattle, And, if possible, to make ranchhands Of our rival ranchers at any cost, If even the only subordinate is the earth itself.

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Every freebie has a tariff. When you pray for rain be prepared for mud. When you pray for sun be prepared for drought. And when you pray for peace be prepared for war. Every granted wish carries a price.

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Oct 8, 2017

Oct 8, 2017 at 6:47 PM UTC

joseph-sinclair

You get nothing for nothing

Every freebie has a tariff. When you pray for rain be prepared for mud. When you pray for sun be prepared for drought. And when you pray for peace be prepared for war. Every granted wish carries a price.

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