Best Crapped Poems

Black women in America,
let the sterile tabulating machine 
tally your vociferous views
Loud women pridefully possessing 
the highest voting demographics in the amber land
Have your passions...

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Slam Slam


What’s with all the rants!!  The Slams!!!
Why is everyone so pissed!!
What was it that I missed??
So – Some ******* cut you off,
Banged a...

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I despair when I’ve stepped in dog poo
Excrement on the sole of my shoe
It would be indiscreet
If I crapped in the street
I wish doggies would...

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I'm the Man
my teeth are yellow
try not to bellow
My hair is nasty
I'm a little sassy
i think i'm trapped 
oops i just crapped
I love your mom
his...

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Amelia she loves to chat and tells an amusing story
But dear readers BEWARE – this one’s a little gory
She worked long hours at night as...

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Foreword... 
Of two commonly used pronunciations, this poem uses Dippla-doe-cous.
Originally written as a singy songy thingy to the tune of Supercalifragilistcexpealidocious.


Jurassic Lark.


An optical illusion or...

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I was riding a streak with the dice in my fist.   
Lady Luck was with me, seemed  I couldn’t miss!
Then this babe...

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Bird aloft in the sky
soaring on majestic wings, 
he crapped on my car...

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fame,
you *****
it was you who taunted us
we walked
on razor sharp blades
of grass
gras
p
ed
at straws
covered in white dust 
inside
on the surface

on the surface
we used the word art
and...

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Now doc assured Cindy that all would be fine
and finished the abortion at a quarter to nine.
The partial birth process was a total success
and as...

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Roll the dice now...
hope for six, not a seven.
Crapped out, snake eyes!...

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T'was the night before Christmas
The gifts were all wrapped
When the smell, well...it hit me
Our new puppy had crapped

I knew I could smell it
It was not...

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Another Tale Of Musical Madness...

It was in the early seventies...
My friend and rhythm guitar man,
Mark Trotiner, worked in a well
known musician store in NYC...
Another one...

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I slide along the edge of the stream,
Crossing the narrow road leading to it,
Search in the depth of the fussed ocean,
To find the portion reserved...

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Hello, Hello
What are you doing there?
Hello, Hello
I'm looking at you here.
Hello, Hello
My knife is in my hand.
Hello, Hello
How long can you stand?

I crashed through the...

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