Best Clerical Poems

I’ll never forget what’s her name
A PE teacher and ogre she became
For I was such a sickly child
it really made this ogre wild
Held in my...

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I’d like to pretend that my hands aren’t dirty 

from the soap of mental suppression,

that the callouses are from hard work,

and not from picking my...

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Today's true tom tale;

Today was Dr. day at the clinic
I ended up the day quite a cynic
I'd been awake three days,
With a toothache and pain...

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Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed...

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As from his Book of Rules He read,
“Tsk-tsk tsk-tsk, St. Peter said.

So PICKED up I my bags and left
For that damnéd lower cleft.

I stomped away...

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I’m a hate by-product,
made in America

I’m a plantation commodity item,
blue-eye gem slave engraved 
in red clay walls Ivory bank vaults

I was silver dross reject packaged:
Prison...

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Hard driven by the embarrassment,
                    ...

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Writing

I heard a clerical, documentary developing
Eagerly I looked for the deed
Read, read!

I crave the developing, developmental declaration
The literacy brought such sorrow
Only this and a text

I...

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Calumny is a sin which consists in maliciously attributing to another faults
detects which he did not posses
A person commits the sin of calumny or
slander when...

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Hillary, dear Hillary—where do we begin?
In your tale of deceit and corrupt political spin.
First lady, poor victim—
‘Vast Right Wing’ to blame,
A Chicago born, carpet bagging,...

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Standing at the proverbial crossroads,
tapping into the game like Morse code.
Cutting my loses as I've lost loads,
Nothing more to lose, I'm like frost...
Froze my assets...

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It's a bummer, man,
when you get one of those
I owe you letters from Uncle Sam
Wait a minute,
yeah dude, you got it wrong
They don't owe me,...

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The Mayan calendar of ancient times ends
When December 12 of this year rolls around
Old prophesy: or nothing but a clerical error?

Trembling Earth and volcanic fire...

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Gatherin momentum, progression assured. hard work and dedication like meat i've cured. Allways thought i'd matured too quickly. Lured into adulthood tasted rather sickly. Has...

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The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
     as he beats of humanity wrapped in a shroud.

Well he beats of the rape and the killing...

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