Best Aid Poems

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug – 
no matter the fly in our
President's mug, the bug in 
his thinking...my reflecting on
his ailing brain, and it's obvious
volume shrinking:

Those mindless, confusing rants, 
Bidden juices-up;  Psaki, drinking 
without blinking – regurgitating 
at deceptive White House briefings –  
propaganda validated by...

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I’d been bitten by a mosquito she was such a hungry beast
She landed on my arm, and on my blood she had a feast
My arm got red and itchy as she’d taken a tasty bite
Two red bumps appeared, my poor arm it looked a sight!

Victor...

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Tom's facemask sports a charming smile
For Cheerios - that's British style
But Putin's staff
Can't help but laugh
Tom's munching Marmite all the while!...

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Cut the cancer,
Lance the boil,
Oil the rash,
Gash the unnatural growths 
Inside your soul.

And splash on sentiment, afterward:
Cheap antiseptic, but it won’t sting....

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The council meets, all hours, to hear old batty dames yell, what a *****,
we don't think she's a good person, because she doesn't look and act like us.

The soldier's hall considers, is it fair to wage war on a witch? 
She isn't supposed to take...

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Some wounds may run so deep
They never fully heal
Until you discuss how you feel 
To the one who wounded you
It may not be easy
But heal your wounds with a band aid of love.

It may not be easy to forgive
Especially if it stops you live
And takes...

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I'm feeling a bit down, wish I was lying on the sand
With a tall glass of Kool-Aid and a young sweetie at hand
Not young anymore
Can't buy youth at the store
If we could, there's be a lineup from here to Afghanistan...

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Like a Band-Aid 
on a gushing WOUND
She will never be enough 
to hold it all together…
Merely a temporary FIX
that lead to a long term problem…
She seeped skin at the seams and 
crusted over… You
infused with her inevitable infection… RAW
and bread unending pain unknowingly…
Now both ends...

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Do you care for a glass
Of what I’ve made flash?
Demons made of Lemons
In disguise of the flesh?
Splayed open in the mesh
Strayed too near my bed
Demon catcher I am I said…
Making Lemons.aid for man.
Don’t be afraid my friend…
It’s just a cascade I’ve made.
So do you care...

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*Round One of an anticipated Twelve Round Bout*
With Special Guest Referee: Pyotr Kropotkin  
And Everyone's Favorite Ring Girl: Leo Tolstoi 
Postproduction by: Herbert Spencer and Rupert Murdoch
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I'm gonna toss you away 
To the crocs someday,
- And that's when I'll say: 
"Try surviving through this!"
"Without...

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Experiencing depression’s a tragic thing; it consumes soul, body and mind.
It gnaws and gnaws till it debilitates you; a remedy's what you must find!

Once caught in its clutch, it’s so hard to escape, from the pit and the miry clay:
If you don’t do this, then...

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The Sundress, As A Marital Aid
By Rick Rucker

Before we begin, I am a “little” weird,
In case you have not “heared,”

When my Lover wears her mini sundress,
Her bare skin, I cannot wait to caress,

Her womanly delights, just out of view,
My lust for her, she does renew!

The...

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ADELAIDE REQUIRED AID 

Adelaide adored me
Ingrid ignored me
Adelaide and I made quite an odd pair
Yet Ingrid had silver silken threads instead of hair

Looking up to a cloud laden sky I prayed to heaven for Ingrid’s heavenly pleasure
Looking up to a syrupy and sunny sky I...

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Does anyone know the computation for emotional debts unpaid?
Does anyone make a tourniquet for emotional first aid?
Who makes the rules about emotions that should be displayed?
The scales of my thoughts feel these things must be weighed
These questions left unanswered could lead to rot and jade
Perhaps...

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A lotta things are like an old band-aid
Should just yank it, but we peel it nice and slow
Think we kinda like the pain, in it we wade
Things used to be pro bono, now their quid pro quo
She’s mastered façade, playin’ games like an arcade
She loves...

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