Best Cams Poems

A young girl’s voice, lost in the data, cries out,
"Why are we here?"

Pixie Pixela, her words soft and low, murmurs,
"This world is yours, dear, a...

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Twas the night before Christmas in 2054
The only sound being robotic mice on the floor
Our digital wish-lists were hung with ultra-precision
above the virtual fireplace in...

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Some are shiny 
Fuel injected or carbureted   
Hands washed after work or grimy 
Green lights anticipated

Some are small block
Bored out pistons roar
Pride, nothing...

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I only be looking down now, looking inside myself now,
not head set in defeat but reflection, not the thoughts but the actual events that happened,...

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THE REVOLUTION WILL BE TELEVISED

All the news you can use is no longer completely controlled
      by CNN, ABC, CBS OR...

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despite the fact that such a skill has been overrun by the
digital cams at home, the PC that can pump out the cheaper pics that...

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I took my clothes off
Cams are flashing on me
Kissed a stranger
Pretended no one sees me.

He touched my back
Tasted his skin
We made love
For the sake of...

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Two lovers frolicking at sea blend,
Without any fear or gear to fend.
Icy waves tossed them round,
Teens with cams fun abound,
Flying fish rising fleet on a...

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A 'Good Old Days Market' sign seen
With arrows that point to the scene;
     There hidden by wall
    ...

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I’m acting – um – rather gloom-struck sour…
Bittersweet like blood my attitude is
But, I must work as a team…what do you want? A kiss?

Chorus: I...

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Rebirth
Rebirth
Mother earth
Living like a solider here
Standing in the thickness of another storm
Holding steady as the winds, turmoil blow me
Bobbing and weaving to out run the...

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In 3, 2, 1… Action!
All cams are on 
Flashing everywhere
Gives you a spotlight
Now you’re pretending again
Those tears are not real
Like your words from the script
You...

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Noern noern jibberbabble jibberbabble
As I pleaded over his spittal spattle
Of venimous ven engaged in verbal prattle.
Then we stood nye to nye
Straid in rockish gren.
Ner dillish...

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Look at me in my grey fab coat,
                 ...

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Don't fear the blue man group
they're far less dangerous
than we are to ourselves..
but 
do beware of carnivorous teachers
those harmless looking
wire rimmed 
blackboard preachers 
wielding pieces...

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