Basket Case Poems - Poems about Basket Case

Trumpeting and mythologizing deranged deplorable basket case as demigod Any idea regarding who unnamed individual earned such lofty title? I offer a clue, that averred person unknown to many others within the webbed, wide world, and familiarity limited to smattered kith and kin. Lemme know if dead giveaway ala handy dandy blues clue prompted that "aha"...

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A waste paper basket, a trash can, a bin Whatever you call it, some things won’t stay in The things that you write Long into the night May make, when discarded… one hell of a din * Don’t write by moonlight at midnight Do not trash your tale late at night For powers unseen And terribly mean May use it to give you a fright I...

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Haiti is a basket case. They marched him down the gangway by the feared Tonton Macoute, armed men dressed in Hawaii shirts and slacks, partly concealing their guns The young thief shivered, I thought they were going to kill him. At the pier, they spoke friendly to him and told him to run away he ran and ran, as he...

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Basket case There is a smudge on my computer screen trying to clean it with spit, but no, perhaps it is finger marks left behind by the strange people Who sits in the back of the computer shop? Their diet is cola and chocolate; they are thin, bald and weedy looking I must whisper to them, or they shrink...

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I was a private detective, and I was deemed one of the best, As the colorful tulip fields, are forever attracting guests. My skills seemed often in demand, and indeed kept me moving, As gold days seem to go red, from our sun's endless cruising! I loved my work a great deal, for I had an inquisitive mind, As birdwatchers...

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what’s in the basket case, let’s see a jumble of clay, i can’t pass embittered pretense of forgive a vomitus litter of crass why does this gift keep on giving over and over it tumbles with no argument i let go but dredged up in talks i fumble this basket case with a heavy lift it’s mind control unforgiving my one hundred pound head of...

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Basket Case? Is your home spiral basket, not fond of the light? If you could might you favor perpetual night? Is it pain that you fear, or God's heart-piercing sight? Or does life seem a puzzle you never get right? The good news is it's silly to feel that alone, For one's view is constricted when fear's overblown, To say options exist,...

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Oh battered skull, with what power do you withstand explosion from the pain I feel within? Like the grinding of one's bones as your...

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