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Understood Kitten Poem
Math
Is a problem
That is here to stay
It will never go away
Like a vermin's ugly kin, it grows
Multiplies and divides into more nasty vermin
Never seeming to disappear
As log as civilization is here
Math
As the days grow
Math will cause many tears to shed
Not only this...
Math will waste lead
Math is like a bad lover
That can never be fed
Never satisfied nor pleased
No amount of diamond rings sold, classes or tutors paid
Nothing can please this terrible monster
The Agony of Math
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Understood Kitten Poem
Playing is fun
Exciting, desirable, leisurely
I learned years ago that
Playing with love is a dangerous pastime
Once it finds you
Love is no longer a game
Playing with love was like
A cat and mouse game
Suddenly- it is caught by surprise
Something unexpected
A mystery
A lingering
It simmers and never leaves
Six years have passed
What was a game
Turned out to be something else
It waits in the back of my mind
Like a sweet and sour warhead candy
Leaving me undeniably wanting more
And all I ever wanted was to play
It's time to rearrange the pieces
And put the board back in the box
Love is not a little sweet thing to nibble on
Love is not a game to set up and to break the rules
Love isn't meant to be played like a game
Love inspires truth
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Understood Kitten Poem
Without morale
The words of the monster are as shaky
Unstable, like the north winds
The demons and imagined stories they tell
Haunt and reek
Through their pores and tacky suits
Like a hooker,
They are paid to please, persuade
Wine and dining with other dirty animals
While they are busy swallowing the last of their morale
They line their wallets
With the latest lie, the latest crime
Worse than the act itself
They are the legal accomplinces
Of rapists murders con artists
While their souls melt away in their dirty coffins
Up in the high rises in the shiny offices in downtown
The pit of hell grows deeper
Even the devil himself
With his pitchfork of painful pleasure
Wouldn't want to dirty the prongs
Like a rotting piece of dog poop
On the street corner
They absorb the filth around them
Unlike the supple soil of a garden
A colorful, flourishing nursery
Growing life, bringing joy and beauty, to the senses
These eyesores, like dog vomit, sit in the courts
Little annoying flies- the followers, magnets of illusions- circle around these pieces of poop
As their stench grows and reeks of havoc and lies
They wear Bullsheit as their cheap body spray,
A pathetic excuse
A waste of breath
Not even worthy as the shadow of Satan's tail
In the inferno of the lawless
There are no shadows
Like their absent hearts
The material of their soul
Is woven with pure darkness
viva la Shakespeare
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Understood Kitten Poem
Art like Monet
It is like an alternate reality
Soft, vivid full of pureness
Unlike harsh reality
Raw and rough around the edges
Hustling for the next desire
Monet simply lies there
In its purest form
Of Watercolor Aesthetics
The waves of the water he paints
Immerses my eyes with clouds of subtle feeling
A feeling that is smoother than reality
Captured in a stroke
The paint on the grand easel
Monet
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Understood Kitten Poem
Everything I saw reminded me of you
No matter where I went
A piece of memory was there waiting
Glaring at me
I know I scared you off
And I was confused
Was it so much to handle
That I you were the one I was waiting for??
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Understood Kitten Poem
born again
I was scared
my insides were shaking
my heart was numb
every moment,
every event that passed through my eyes
what can I say?
this was something to turn to
from the life I've known before
God has saved me again and again
from my idiot ways
my closed ears
now all that I must do is
simply trust
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