Best Crocked Poems

They have command on me
my posture has been so
since birth and even now
a grown up, no change
The back has followed
the legs are going there
why can’t...

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It's gettin' late and
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If I could ever count the cost
If ever I was at a Croc loss 
Oh the inhumanity 
If there were no Crocs upon my feet

No...

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hello bartender , please serve me a shot
for what i have done i wish i forgot
i lied to my parents and went to smoke weed
stole...

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Rise high you tumbling bricks!

Consider exchanging
your scared squawks
for a few more plummeting
security stocks

City beware
of stealthy schemes
while chasing virtual creatures
in your local county park
for free

You never...

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INCONVENIENCE

Home :
Take one cube of gravy essence,
stir it fretfully, if I still dare,
into boiling, or at least hot-ish water;
such senior movements made with care

Care Home...

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Who are you?
 You who are:

    Half Baked
 Half Crocked
         and
 Half Cracked

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The ghost it has him looking back but it shows him only shadows.
Disguising all that may exist there within the confines of its illusions.
And the...

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Sometimes I question what happened that night,
did I deserve everything he did to me.
I ask myself that question over and over again,
the answer I never...

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Injustice, corrupted, barbaric laws 
Created and put into place for coloured men
A policy that is crocked and bent from ancient times
Policies and Procedures in place...

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I was sipping on some whiskey when a black cat crossed my trail;
There was a black magic woman that liked to swish her tail.
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Olive trees

with warming 
of the land
a plant appeared
to thrive 
the olive plant.
where do they get water from
the morning dew
or the memory 
for better days.
Near the...

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My Mighty Qaghan of Valor and Strength,
Listen to Me, your 'Captain-General' at length,
The Poet who leads you through your Eurasian way,
Till our flag of the...

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In towns where Basic fantasy makes a frown
Nature has turned Completely upside down.
And day tours emigrate to the Cambrian shore
Onboard, the rivers boats from Windermere...

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Disgusted by this artificial feelings 
I want to speak from my heart
I listen to it all I hear is a hollow beat 
The rhythm out...

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