Best Dishrag Poems

Her name was Ethel....(yes, like the gasoline)
She smelled of menthol...(much like Vick's Vaseline)
A long time neighbor, from down the lane
She was married twice...(or was it...

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You're a dirty skank whore 
You're a dirty skank whore.  
Skankin' around the neighborhood, 
Everybody knows you're up to no good 
You're a dirty...

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Winter morning light filters through lace curtains,
Reaches down, spills onto the corner kitchen sink,
Through east and south facing windows.
The glass jar, the scrub brush and...

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Shame me hit me with chains 

Train me how to feel sane

Tame me if you think that you can

Hate me if  do you wrong

Treat...

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Remorseless sweaty palms

despite being prescribed glycopyrrolate.

Though the angst riddled psyche of mine crafted youth, long since receded, ebbed in the past, infringement, impingement, and indecent...

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I'm not your tearstained dishrag. 
Will you end your suicide note with a hashtag? 
Just lock me in the metaphysical gulag. 
The real world's too...

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I push the tall-legged hard thing next to the water thing, and pick up the blue thing.
It’s sticky, and sudsy, and fun.   I...

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I'm afraid
no one loves me
its your fault
let me live with your parents
while you finish school
I can bend their minds
I'm afraid
no one loves me
I went a...

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Discombobulation thunderously
torments, triumphs, tumults
courtesy deafening,
earsplitting, fracturing...
(think emotional bomb cyclone),
whereby unbearable mental anguish
rents psyche asunder 

into bajillion pieces
singular recourse necessitates
invoking cerebral powers
to engender feeling 
comfortably numb...

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Sweaty Palms – Chronic Woe Renders...
Po' Whet Tick Dampened Curse = A
Worse Fate Than Death!

...of Google I now know sweaty 
palms sports dignified name 
known...

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Come on in my family, and friends,
let us all work together, as the preparation
begins.
Grab that turkey, and warsh him real good,
better make sure we have...

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Discombobulation thunderously
torments, triumphs, tumults
courtesy deafening,
earsplitting, fracturing...
whereby unbearable mental anguish
rents psyche asunder 

into bajillion pieces
singular recourse necessitates
invoking cerebral powers
to engender feeling 
comfortably numb skull,
hence tried and...

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Hand Made Things

Small things made my ready hands, giving of themselves and their time. 
Time; their very lives, a measured existence between birth, life and...

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unwanted child sitting in a room,
thrown away like a dirty dishrag that's been used
she feels discarded and unwanted 
alone in her room she sits there...

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Six months gone now since that dark night, I was kitchen-bound for a bite
Hoping I in icebox there a slice of pumpkin pie could score...

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