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Poetic Justice

I look inside you
I step inside then
Well, well, look what I find here

Is this place Hell 
Where my steps have led me
She calls me the Devil
Well that sounds just like him

Comteplations of direct hits
Night Marches regardless
If I’m the Archer or the target
Your still a part of
The weapons aimed in my direction

Shells, Shields, Force fields
Special Forces
Black opts, Black Hawks
Solid truths in soft words
Infrared, GPS, global positional satellites  
Inferred here, I’m speaking from the third person

a glutton for punishment, a fly in the ointment 
there are no flies on somebody
I’m Dynamic, I’m a driving force
I’m vigorous, full of energy, poetically spoken I got a purpose
Poetic Justice
Poet Destroyer
I tell you in Latin, I’m Acinonyx jubatus
Imma Cheetah
My words travel faster than a Leopard 
I ain't no follower, I ain't no lemming 
A Legend lends itself to something
Legitimately speaking

“To the system, I speak into the Universe
In the light years I splash and play in”


Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2012


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Worse Than Christine

Worse Than Christine I am a glutton for punishment, as you shall soon see, I had an Austin Healey Sprite, or more rightly, it had Me! Had I looked up the name in Webster’s, I would have known, oh, so well, That to own and to drive one, was a short trip to Hell! The word “Sprite” means disembodied spirit, or ghost, I must say, spirit is what it had the most, When I say “spirit,” you think that is good, But I can tell you, only Evil lies under that hood! Made in England, the wettest civilized country on Earth, To not waterproof the ignition must have caused them great mirth! To clean the windshield, I threw a cup of water on it, gave the wipers a tweak, That miserable creation would not start for a week! It was one of the smallest, by far, Some folks did not believe that it was even a car! There was an advantage to its size, When the starter was broken(quite often), I could develop my thighs! There were other parts, that when new, should have been in a dump, It had the World’s worst, most cantankerous, electric fuel pump! It would click a few times, then shudder, and stammer, The only way to fix it, a blow from a hammer! All the owners had one, tied under the hood, The rock hard suspension hit the fuel pump real good! Luckily, in Southern California, there is not too much rain, Trying to put up the top, an adventure in pain! I used to donate blood, but when I got the Sprite, I could not go, Because of cuts and scratches from the top, I was always a quart low! It was Pure Evil, with no endearing features, But the final straw, for me, involved the most beautiful creatures, Fathers would have been happy if they knew what I discovered one night, It is ABSOLUTELY impossible to get a girl pregnant in an Austin Healey Sprite!


Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011


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THE TRACK ON MY TIMELINE

"THE TRACK ON MY TIMELINE"


I'm up, I'm up.
I yawn, I stretch,
I rub the hangover from my eyes.
a day of leisure is ahead of me.
no, it really isn't.
I've got an errand to run and it
involves my laundry.
I've dumped procrastination,
she was an unhealthy *****.
the laundromat is down on Baldwin street.
it's a dreadful place for the lower class.
hey, wait a minute!
the race track!
****!
first race is at ten.
I can still make it,
it's nine-thirty.
no, priorities, priorities.
how long can these clothes really last?
forever, until I'm stripped of them.
nine forty-five.
I'm at the betting window.
twenty win on the three horse!
I grab a beer,
I light up my cigarette,
and the gates open.
I'm a glutton for punishment,
procrastination is my lover
yet again.


By: Chicano Eddie
8-9-2016


Copyright © CHICANO EDDIE | Year Posted 2016


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Time Flies

They say time flies when you're having fun, 
but time goes by slowly,
when the quiet fills the emptiness,
flashes of the past, 
flashes of the future, 
we take time for granted, 
we waste time complaining,
we use our time for trivial things,
capturing moments are harder and harder as we grow older,
we all have our paths to create, 
while still trying to intersect with others,
sometimes it's as if we can live forever,
by holding on to time in a bottle,
but we are just fooling ourselves,
trying to trick father time to give us more,
cause we are a glutton for punishment,
but truth is, 
we are all afraid of our own mortality...



Copyright © Mario Gutierrez Jr | Year Posted 2015


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Questions, Questions, Questions

If you call on me
I will fall at your feet
Today I'm only thinking
of you, of us
Nothing helps me forget
Nothing takes away
the pain, it just
doesn't seem to get easier
so many questions in my mind
so many sleepless night
does he love me
does he miss me
does he think of me
does he still dream of me
is it hard for him to be friends with me
who is in his arms that isn't me
I love him
I miss him
I am always thinking of him
and I always dream of
what could have been,
what should have been
I am a glutton for punishment
by being his friend
no one has replaced him
Questions I want to ask
but I don't know if
I have the strength to know


Copyright © Kayla OBrien | Year Posted 2013


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WRATH

Wrath is the most dangerous of the seven deadly sins.
Its magnitude leads to an end, where the other six begins.

It can start with Pride, by hiding ones true feelings and implode.
Then lashing out at someone close, because it was swallowed.

Lust comes in when indignant thoughts, lead to hurtful words.
The victim looks for kindness, and sweet talk comes in herds.

It is often found with Envy, whether it is love or financial gain.
People want what others have, and will inflict the worst of pain.

"Glutton for punishment"; I recall that term, it happens all the time.
Go ahead and hurt me for I am use to that, you slime!

Let's not forget old Vanity, for that is known worldwide.
People suing surgeons for mistakes they cannot hide.

Last but not least, Greed comes to play - with its only friend.
Armed robbery to petty theft; the list will never end.

I know this hardly covers what this word of rage intels.
For Wrath is my worst enemy; it festers and it swells.


Copyright © Astrid Ivy Gibbs | Year Posted 2008


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LIST

Lust for life
Glutton for punishment
Greed for good
Sloth for time
Wrath for bullies
Envy for passion
Pride for joy

Mobilise the angels
We’ve a job to do.



Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010


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A Magnet For Misery

When I was seventeen, I thought I was in love,
but soon found out, he was just a thug.
Then I was twenty, and another came along,
yep, he was singing the that same old song.
Thirty rolled around, and this one was for sure,
nope, another bad helping of man manure.
I'm a glutton for punishment,  everyone can see,
I'm a magnet for misery... "but why me."




Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007


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Perfectly Envious

I can't help myself
I watch them constantly
With their perfect lives
They prance around everyone
Showing off, grasping for attention
Their new noses make me laugh
The friends are a disgusting brood
I'm sick of the bags, clothes, houses
And all of their "rightful" success 
Even their picture perfect family
Makes me want to vomit
Why not me?
Am I not worth ten times more
Then ten of these fake, back stabbing
Shallow, corporate climbing whores?
I can't take my eyes off them.
I am obsessed,
Glutton for punishment.
I sit watching and wallering
In a self made pity pot.
Envy has completely clouded
Everything that was once me.
I just simply want to know.
Why can I not be perfect too?

M. Lyn Church 
June 31, 2013


Copyright © Lyn Church | Year Posted 2016


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Unknown

My weaknesses kill me as they are amplified
With painful memories I want to hide
I enduredmuch of your wrong, barely doing right
By me while I stayed faithful by your side
Listening to acusations with words that lied
About everything or nothing, you tried
Taking what you could of anything mine
Losing to you while the old me died
A glutton for punishment needing suicide
Sickeningly full from.swallowing pride
Despite how many times you made me cry
I held hope as the only one who tried
Giving into what I thought I wanted mine
With love I made up, my hands I tied
With willingness to work through the fight
Being together, when all we did was collide
No longer I allow you space in my mind
I will never go back or press rewind
Back to being together, me trying to hide
Made to stay through slowing time
Of anguished heartache I took in stride
Growing stronger with every crossed line
Breaking me while I remained almost fine
Almost convinced I was never a dime
In reality you wanted me blind
Like you were to everything keeping you alive
Now only flesh of all things regretfully unkind
To everything in me that brings to light
Happiness filled love you had by your side
While I sadly wishyou would have just died.



Copyright © Brandy Baker | Year Posted 2016


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Addiction

Addiction

I ask myself at times
Why do I do this to myself?
Am I a glutton for punishment?
Or is it something else
I can't put my finger on it
But one thing is true
My life revolves around you

You're a drug
Or some kind of bug
That makes me sick
When I get a fix
I'm hooked I cannot lie
But I cannot sever this tie
For you my infection
No, you're my addiction

I'm too far in
To escape you're grasp
I do what ever you ask
No matter what the task
I ask my self "Why?
Because every time 
I take a dose of you
It tears my heart in two

You're a drug
Or some kind of bug
That makes me sick
When I get a fix
I'm hooked I cannot lie
But I cannot sever this tie
For you my infection
No, you're my addiction

I need a cure
Rehabilitation or more
But I want to be myself again
I just want it to end
But I know everything happens for a reason

You're a drug
Or some kind of bug
That makes me sick
When I get a fix
I'm hooked I cannot lie
But I cannot sever this tie
For you my infection
No, you're my addiction


How long will this addiction last?
No one knows but me
I shape my story
Soon it will pass
Once I learn from my past







Copyright © Will Massey | Year Posted 2009


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Azalia part 1

Beautiful angel fallen from grace
Abandoned from the gods she trusted, who she loved
Branded as a betrayer
Her wings clipped, banished from her heaven leaving her holiness behind
Revenge coursing through her veins
Evile as her prime objective
In the clutches of Satan, chained, obeying his every order, bearing his mask
Becoming a demonic figure, a sadist, enjoying the pain of Angels
Standing against her gods with the seven daggers of sin
The more lives she claims, the more her greed festers
There is no grace, no hope, no love, and no faith within the sloth
A glutton for punishment, but she is impervious
Face her wrath, let her kill, so viewtiful as the corpses pile, eaten by the scavengers of hell
A lust for vengeance is her lover, the only thing that pleases her
Taking pride in every dastardly deed she commits, holding on to it like an unborn child
Green with envy for her former comrades, she slays them all, the last god has met their end
Holding their severed head to the dusk sky
She soaks in grace’s blood, but she is not satisfied 
Lucifer will meet his end as well, by her hands


Copyright © Marqese Dabbs | Year Posted 2018