Bearings Poems - Poems about Bearings

Why does the trolley dolly or cart I choose to use in every supermart always have a wonky wobbly wheel and feel oh so wearing as if it's about to lose its marbles or ball bearings? It clunks like junk with a 'thunking' sound and almost dumps my groceries on the ground won't go straight invariably tilts veers careens or curves and without a doubt indubitably gets on my nerves ...

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Sitting in this shabby chair By the screen at night In the middle of nowhere Outside and inside I’ve been meaning to tell you Something that you know For a long time that passed through Something you won’t show But you know it well enough So I am aware That we can’t delete this stuff It is always there Not my fault of past or present Neither...

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It's either too hot or too cold here, the thermostat in hell must be broke again. Maybe this is Purgatory i'm told the Governor of purgatory can't fix anything and he dithers a lot. Someone has turned down the dimmer switch in my mind - hard to see my thoughts. Foods a bit stodgy and there's a shortage of porta-potties. It’s quite heavenly here on...

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i'm confused not knowing where to go what to do my compass needle sticks out reading south by south west but google map and my gps suggest another place as to where the X may be yet directing me are directions that are directionally my instincts telling me you are exactly where you are meant to be but by my calculations with sexton and star eyed gazing the Americas weren't discovered by Columbus so Colombia isn't spelled with a "u"...

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Getting Your Bearings (north of the equator) In order to know where you are, The best way's to find the North Star. Two stars in Big Bear Are pointing to where Polaris in Small Bear shines far. Around the Pole star in his tail swings The 12 constellations in grand rings. This looking at...

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Emblazoned on a metalic field Leeds coat of arms displays an azore shield. Upon a sable chief, this deep black bar, Three mullets argent, silver stars. On a chain of or, beneath the chief, Hangs the finest golden fleece. Surmounting the crest, rests...

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I am the only one who thinks This all used to be much simpler From sitting at the bus stop To now driving to a party Except you’re not invited to the party Cuz you’re not a cool kid Because really most of us aren’t Only a select few are cool And that’s what’s wrong with this world. Standing alone wondering...

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