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"toadying" poems
Who was there had seen us Wouldn't bid him run? Heavy lay between us All our sires had done. There he was, a-springing Of a pious race, Setting hags a-swinging In a market-place; Sowing turnips over Where the poppies lay; Looking past the clover, Adding up the hay; Shouting through the Spring song, Clumping down the sod; Toadying, in sing-song, To a crabbed god. There I was, that came of Folk of mud and name-- I that had my name of Them without a name. Up and down a mountain Streeled my silly stock; Passing by a fountain, Wringing at a rock; Devil-gotten sinners, Throwing back their heads, Fiddling for their dinners, Kissing for their beds. Not a one had seen us Wouldn't help him flee. Angry ran between us Blood of him and me. How shall I be mating Who have looked above-- Living for a hating, Dying of a love?
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The Dark Girl's Rhyme
If I hear another commercial glaring on in toadying fashion about title loans or exorbitant jewelry, I do believe by belly button will suction myself into a mangled flesh raisin. We are just marionettes in this abhorrent charade of a game, indentured servant to the very thing we lionize and worship. It's laced with the portent of hope but made with the intention of despair. It's the reason we are reeled out of bed in obsequious duty and fall asleep in existential worry. The thing in which can establish an empire yet eagerly turns around to act as the executioner. Overweening on the stiver of promise you plot the grave where you will soon rest. They tell you that happiness is a biological setting, yet how can this be when the seas of currency are what determine if I am able to eat. You mold a throne for some by using the sinew and soul of the others. You are the reason our economy functions, and the reason for humanities destruction. Nonchalantly buried in my jeans, the crumpled green paper of misery.
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC
Money
I’ve never been a toady, Nor I hope have you. But the problem with toadying, Is sometimes you just have to. http://tansyroake.weebly.com/new-word-poems
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
New Word Poem No. 5 – Toadying