Best Convolution Poems

Tie us, twist us with your words
As your feeble hands wring
Paper skin, wealth stirred,
A puppet on a puppet on a string.

Your carapace beneath us shed
So we may yet see
We’d been mislead.
We see without the means to be.

The saints, all regal, dress in white
Their stage muddy,...

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On the eve of 25 December
We expected joy, gifts,
But rivulets of blood and tears;
Gushed over the land.
When Vodka surrogates the lamb;
All in the game are futile
The day is rendered no specialty
Given that the real day is latent
It’s vile to rule the sanctified day;
As archaic or...

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Air bump an agenda with its weary listlessness of words
Let me be clear, I’ve made it clear, Just to be clear
Air bump the agenda, you’re not getting out of here
with the truth, the whole truth or any part of the truth
Is that clear? I think...

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