Archetypal Poems - Poems about Archetypal

Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat... who suffered cuts by a thousand knives. Even as old (dish) married (spooning) curmudgeon, who receives social security disability linkedin with social anxiety) chose the fork less traveled aye pucker with sunken cheeks, (especially without dentures) and raspily suction toothless mouth drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting attempt impersonating plumber (think suctioning and unclogging toilet) please support your...

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archetypal beauty--- to dream a tempestuous rainbow.....

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat Even as old (dish) married (spooning) curmudgeon, who receives social security disability linkedin with social anxiety) chose the fork less traveled aye pucker with sunken cheeks, (especially without dentures) and raspily suction toothless mouth drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting attempt impersonating plumber (think unclogging toilet) please support your local bummer back in the day one long haired pencil neck...

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat Even as an old curmudgeon, aye pucker and raspily suction, albeit toothless mouth drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting (think feeble attempt impersonating plumber plunging - unclogging backed up toilet), flushed with satisfaction, now snakes into following non sequitur, whereby then upperclassman, whose name Scott Lambert I suddenly remembered modest fellow one year my senior -...

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat Even as old curmudgeon, aye pucker and raspily suction toothless mouth drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting attempt impersonating plumber (think unclogging toilet) please support your local bummer back in the day one long haired pencil neck geeks palled around with another hirsute nerd - Roger Kummerer, (who both of us graduated Methacton High School class of 1977), and yours truly readily admitting,...

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I am not your archetypal sort My views and beliefs are all self taught Based around my own thoughts Within my own conscious mind Questioning all truths and beliefs One thing that I have seen is nothing Is ever what you think it to be We accept to much compliantly Accept what we are so blindly We never seem to dig deeper to see If...

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Part Three Did you not notice then How uneasy I was in the eye of abundance How hiding from the surfeit of joy From whose very object I Learned not to cry And so all through with fear Fear opening fresh fear Without respite, without cause Deft day handling stolen night Within the walls of our breath Smarting, whining Nudging through...

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Part Two From that moment onwards Not when the fingerless muscles unclasped the indented bones But from that moment of knowing from that very moment of sustenance That day of human unbelief died unsung And the depth of human grief buried long bestirred a momentous song It willed within me it...

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Part One Now as I account for myself I know the fight is over You made me feel if I was worth saving I was worth having And I knew as the man flattered to grow He also learned the crafts of clinging on to his sleazy self When...

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