Best Coarse Poems

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The old balladeer sounds 
       like a tired man.
Under the wind of an 
       electric fan,
he blinks his bleary eyes 
       as fast as he can.


His breath...

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Seems I’ve reminisced 
The feel
Of a home cooked meal
Ducking the pleasures 
Of a sainted veil 
A clause in the end
From which finer things appeal
Black jack matches not
To a fisher mans luck
On an antique reel
But on the real
The expectations in this life
Remain a comfort 
That refuses...

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Once in disguise of sanity
The love of work belonged to me
Now with age I clearly see
An endless structured bondage

Shiny bright fresh minted
From the college briefly stinted
Onward working place demented
Soon deprives the soul of peace

Blinders set to stay the course
Daily risk the cart affronts the horse
Grieved...

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