Best Fanatics Poems

FANATICS

Five funny little animals sitting on a thin log
Although they all sat staring at a hog
Nothing seemed to bother them at all
Another one is hiding neath the floor stall
Ticklers they might not be for anyone to see
Ideally you’ll never see all of us together and...

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Why am I here? 
Why are  
the things I do 
so dear 
to me, 
and me alone? 
It's almost 
as if 
I'm not 
the only 
human being 
on this planet. 
  
A shocking revelation, indeed....

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The good world that the Almighty Lord created
Where peace and harmony constantly reigned
Has been turned into a place exceedingly weird
By the fanatic, who is an evil breed, indeed.

The altars of the God, of all faiths; so dear
Where sinners by confession become clear
Today are converted into...

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What would you do, if you did, 
get up close and personal with a fish. 
Would you ask him a generic q, 
like 'where's the nearest public loo?' 
Or try your best to respect, 
his blubbering, southern dialect.

Granted I would be quite phased,
and think I'd...

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Semantics and Antics and Fanatics

Is special place in my mind for semantics
Even allows additional space for antics
Words come together and are logically appealing
No matter what you think or how you are feeling;
If overdone are considered to be fanatics.

Jim Horn...

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fast forward to sunshine
you make heaven an even more fun place to be
fast forward to blue skies
you are the angel i have been waiting most to see
i love the fact that you treat me like i am human
i love the fact that love me like...

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Like avatar of gods in human form, they worship even his poop 


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A pandemic coronated our world with thorns.
It stings came with fame
And locked down the busiest cities;
A reminder that this world has an end.

The miracle workers are now on vacation.
The rich that run abroad to treat headache
Now deal with the pandemic in their homes.
A reminder that...

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On the far edge of the world there are
fanatics of many minds and religions.
They have uninteresting histories,
jejune existences, and distorted ideas of nature.

Some are belligerent, felony-friendly foreigners.
I’ve never given them a single thought,
because they are nothing to me.

They’re insignificant—living curiosities
and I grant them no more...

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