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GONE with the JACKASS SOMETHING JACKASS this WAY COMES Of MICE AND JACKASSES The GRAPES of JACKASS MOBY JACKASS JACKASS in the RYE I KNOW WHY the JACKASS SINGS The GREAT JACKASS JACKASS of the FLYS MEIN JACKASS BRAVE NEW JACKASS PORTRAIT of the ARTIST as a YOUNG JACKASS JACKASS COPPERFIELD The CONCRETE JACKASS WUTHERING JACKASS BLACK like JACKASS As JACKASS LAY DYING The AUDACITY of JACKASS JACKASS-22 I, JACKASS The ADVENTURES of...

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Categories: bad seed, allegory, humor, literature,
Form: List
The Root of Evil Vs the Bad Seed
3/27/2018 Spit shined black dress shoes, badges and keys. The childlike fear of figures of authority. Condescending tone, vocal depth, glacial stare Standing upright, hovering over you sitting in your chair. Behind a desk, in an office, certificates on the wall. College degrees, commemorations, or backed by law. Cut your mic off in...

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Categories: bad seed, anxiety, children, corruption, fear,
Form: Rhyme



The Bad Seed
what some do thinks it right too its wrong they can't go on we have a jod its odd we must do indeed stop the BAD SEED...

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Categories: bad seed, abuse, anti bullying,
Form: Light Verse
Bad Seed, Weeded Bliss
She brags about everything she has With childish hyperbole, arrogance, hubris No humility, no empattthy, no conscience That's why full of s**t rhymes with narci666tic Her celebration - - - expecting wedding presents Blessings and gifts for a child molester? What would be apropos? Perhaps a bridal bouquet - - - Hmmmm - - - how about - - - A circle of...

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Categories: bad seed, evil,
Form: ABC
Bad Seed
field of planted seeds moonlight rises zombies evil road exceeds detache bodies no lawyers doctors just a nobody...

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Categories: bad seed, confusion, life,
Form: Quintain (English)



And We, the Bad Seed
And we, the bad seed, will follow with impulse of devil games in sweet compulsions. And we, the bad seed, our hearts swell like filled balloons that is to burst. Excitement shakes and eagerness is never ending- one and one crime after another. We come to cross the invisible line under the eyes who watch us furiously. We watched the blurry scenes of life flash on...

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Categories: bad seed, death
Form: I do not know?
Bad Seed
** This poem is dedicated** To the families and kin Who struggle to stay afloat ******In this world of sin****** Nobody cares about him He's a troubled teen Just throw him in confinement Throw away the key Rehab not necessary He's just a troubled teen It does not matter That he comes from a broken home That he...

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Categories: bad seed, life
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things