Backend Poems - Poems about Backend

...Becoming, a translation from Rabindranath Tagore, Still, halfhearted I see, for a blossoming may I am an audacity, yet underneath in serenity, oddity I shall be someday, grandiose, someone I shal......

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...It’s quite a sight To be rescued by a garbage truck Before anyone or anything else with luck Rises So early this morning After the big snow Schools closed business delayed Road uncut by an......

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...Bird-song returns. The lingering dead sweep their ghost under a softening earth. A Carolina Wren jabs and hops in a small ring of pale sunlight ready to fight a hawk if one may dare. In the ......

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...Relish jealous Constant fetish Backend catching Missing subject Constant breakup Faithless what's up Distant cousin Dirty dozen 10/24/20 Written words by James Edward Lee ......

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...Bird-song returns from the lingering dead. A Carolina Wren jabs and hops inside a miniscule ring of pale sunlight. In the back of a cold season the wind dresses a scarecrow with spiny ......

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...Knock knock guess who’s back for more, thought you’d seen the last of me oh you shouldn’t be so sure, Knock knock guess what’s now in store, you only won the battle we’re still at damning war B......

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...A man on crutches in camouflage Stole my wallet while in my garage “You can hide but can't run Coz you'll fall on your bum End up in jail with a backend barrage”......

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...At the county fair when the time keeper went toot. Little Natan riding a ewe bolted out of the shoot Keeping his weight level was quite a fight Mo......

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...Sometimes I pity myself when life doesnt go my way, or blame my mental health for things left undone that day, I pity myself for things that have happened, because I fail to see all the blessings on ......

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...Life is a playground, the fun never ends. Not a care in the world, just run around with your friends. Doodling on the walls Playing house with your dolls. Chasing boys around with cooties But on......

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...Sometimes I fart like an AK-47 People run for cover in fear With panic on their distorted faces They can tell my end is near Not from a fear of death they run It's the indescribable odour Something ......

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...The slimy backend of the American Dream Coming to a screeching halt on an anonymous highway The AC Press horrendously portrays the days events Why do people read this discharge? Isnt the same reason......

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...I hate hoodrats, To me they are no match. I hate them with the passion. I always prayed in the hood, As a child, that when I got Grown I would go buck wild Beating anyone their backend mass, B......

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