Best Butane Poems

Dr Doom: Well Reed, we meet again, and excuse me for putting your dear ex to sleep, or she'd use her powers to conjure that...

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I Am The Final Word And The First Word


I’m having another one of those night sweats again. 
I am on my back here as naked...

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The French call it "dix" - the Romans used X
The number of lords that are leaping Xmas
The total of fingers and thumbs on both hands
The...

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2/2/21
"Ever since"


Ever since
I was six
The best for my family and friends I wish
This is about as real as it gets
Reached the top of the cliffs
Then...

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Did oz turn its posterior, when Dorothy stole those ruby shoes?
Something over the rainbow’s smelling pretty ominous.

Opposites attract, like evil and good.   a...

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Vent-ill-Station
I like the brain but my mind 
Isn't real, take it
So I wield change in the face
And I will make a disgrace of
What humans made...

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A...

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It was like she was tearing her away from my life;
An almost surgical destruction of a once beautiful embrace.
 
 
The picture looked like a...

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I watched him from the corner of my eye,
Inching his way to and fro with a heavy sigh.

Clenching his teeth in a fist curled ‘round...

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With eyes turned up to the sky
In hopes to find that piece of pie
How many years of blood sweat and tears
Have you not yet made...

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There's a rumor going around. Mythical little
Stocky men called Dwarves are living in Gem
Mountain.
They're mining jewels of all kinds down below.
Heard tell they're exceptionally skilled...

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Wake up call dynamo
Aliens inside earth
For longer than we know
Inhabiting to rebirth 

Dentures of denial
Dark government's way
Live evidence is viral
Reptilians and little grays

Transport is magnetic
Exceeding...

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I find it a little funny that the extraordinarily
long messages we used to write each other-
those used to be called letters, right? 
But, now they're...

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In my Heavenly Father's house, there are many mansions, and I look forward            ...

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Fire of passion disclosed
Triumphs an endless butane battery
Storing up nuclear charge
All mystic splashing neon energy
Love of soul pools communal

Exchanging cryptic disguise for truth
The kind that...

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