Best Antacids Poems

Heard through the office grapevine
the boss will now resign.

Have to beat the deadline
or that position won't be mine.

I need to work and sacrifice
no sleep tonight, a wink's just nice.

Your Red Bull in my coffee
I drank, now look at me!




Thank you Lyric Man and FJ Thomas...

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In a Poof of Smoke, and a Raging Flame! We went running for our lives!
Dragon was at it, again! He had heartburn throughout the night, That’s Right!
You took the penguins to the Zoo, to visit friends, and ate everything in sight?
What on Earth DID you...

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So many Cantankerous, old argumentative  men
Live all their days in misery,
Rehashing and recouping from an old war injury.
As Buster the dog slept soundly.

An rusty fishing rod, stood in the corner,
Buster the dog flaps his ear and wiggles his tail
 His friend sat in the...

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Death by Insurance

She sits in her car,
in the parking lot
of  the emergency room,

with the worst stomach ache of her life.

Watching the fluorescent lights rhythmically blink,
she blinks back her  tears.
Caught in a web of indecision,
she doesn’t know what to do.

She thinks about her health...

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today i found out that
the sun has lost 60 pounds
in a year
today i found out that
the winn would not give
the sun medication to heal the sun's wounds
just some stomach antacids
today i wanted to kill the winn
and watch him beg for life
because the winn is a...

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People all over the world search for truths;
They try to make sense of old mythology roots.

Some say elves and fairies are of the sun and the lesser light;
While others say they are day-trippers and bumps in the night.

Fairies are said to give fortune and fame;
mischievous...

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The growl in my stomach is depressing
It can’t come from hunger, I eat plenty,
Fear of passing gas in public is stressing
I haven’t felt this way since I was twenty.

Gulping prescribed antacids by handfuls
An upper GI revealed an angry stomach.
I’m downing the pink stuff by spoonfuls,
Hoping...

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“If you keep only healthy food in your cupboard and fridge, you will eat good food.” – Errick McAdams

“You need a steroid to fix your ills.
Now vaccination to ward off winter chills.
Take an antidepressant, to calm your woes.
Let’s try antibiotics and see how it goes.

A...

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A dark road creaks, a crackling carapace of ice
under bruising rubber.

Driving to the all-nite store --- need antacids.
It's pre-dawn, an hour behind the light;
potholes dream in their black bunkers.

No one rides this deadened road,
no car beams, or open-eyes gleam
until the car drifts into 
the low...

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So many a lizard layest
We are null of that which stomach turbulence afflicts

Discriminating between the real and unreal
Gifted with Insight into the immanent and impending
Spiritual and physical forces

We are Spiritual Sapiens
Our laser eyes pierce through the skeleton of challenges;
Revealing the bowel of the lizard,as our...

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Floating on top of a rushing rapids
Not falling in, been taking antacids
Brain full of fog with my eyes underground
Surfing on static while laying around

A TV screen hisses with black and white streaks
Most int'resting thing that I've seen in weeks
Can't even put headphones into my ears
Sound...

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I empty my basket at the counter.

Six individual cans of strong imported beer.
A plastic bottle of ’Tums’ antacids.
A box of frozen French Bread Pizza.
A jar of jalapeno peppers.

The wiry cute middle-aged blond
checks the items, then checks me out.
I flash my eyebrows, sometimes it works.

Her smile...

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A dark road creaks, a crackling of ice-skulls
under bruising rubber.

Driving to the all-nite store --- need antacids.
It's pre-dawn, an hour behind the light,
those black hollows of the night
where time goes blind.

No one rides this deadened road,
no car beams, or open-eyes gleam
until the car drifts into...

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Evening is settling in.
I empty my basket at the counter.

A pint of vodka
(the kind that comes in plastic bottles),
a bottle of ’Tums’ antacids.
A box of frozen French Bread Pizza.
A jar of jalapeno peppers.

A world-weary Latino lady
checks the items,
then checks me over coolly.

Her look suggests that...

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