Badmouth Poems - Poems about Badmouth

... my god is fame i shall not rest ‘til the world regards me as the very best not content to badmouth my rivals i seek to eliminate the......

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...The first type are vulgars. They think they are different from others. They are pretty disrespectful. They think not, but their humour is dreadful. They are narcissist, who are so full of themsel......

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...Acquiescence begets hegemony... Think Putin whose forename Vladimir translates as great power, whose singular minded aim after lobbing bombs into second-largest country by area in Europe afte......

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......But then there is the second reason, one that I think is much more malign, one that comes from the P.C. brigades, one that's craving control of your mind. See families don’t vote for the lef......

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...(alternately titled: tongue in cheek humor cuz the following hyperbole from this pencil necked baby boomer without intent to badmouth, nor start unfounded rumor, who chalks, i.e. attributes gobb......

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...That's the problem about me I can't live with a broken heart, If you give me a broken heart How do you expect me to live with it Can you live with a broken heart, If you can do so then teach m......

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...I have been trying to find the right words to pen this verse, but since I came to this country my words are suppressed and my voice is oppressed. The wind is blowing furiously, and I am very unhappy.......

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...Eldest Daughter Bore Fallout, Sans Brunt Marital Contention An article posted in TIME Magazine (VOL. 193 NO. 19 MAY 20 2019) underscored_impact progeny keen to experience when parents mean wit......

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...I can no longer hold my tongue I’ve got my knockers and my mockers Oh, and I can’t forget the blockers So you badmouth me on FB behind my back Let rip with your vitriol and go o......

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...I have go not advanced degree from a fancy eastern school. I’ve no idea who Beckett is, so you declare that I’m a fool. Yet yesterday I restored to life an old engine from the thirties, I’ve go......

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...Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant dwells amongst an elder net of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque of old folks, only a portion of population I met which achey, flaky, kooky m......

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...Operating from our corridors in this oasis We sit or stand concerned about passers by To wave farewell or badmouth To smile clearly or grumpy In this globe full of confused folks With catastro......

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...Bloody Fingers, Pointing victims Burning evidence… Jury duty’s Painted fury I want my innocence, Stinks of flesh And rotting pleasure Decomposing itself… Blame yourself, Then cut again Sti......

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