Best Greasing Poems

butter...quantums!...fly in every kitchen

quantum butter however flies as...everywhere

when trefoil bubbles rise...as heat

greasing particles...so to speak

along times imaginary...numbered axes

and biasing spherical wave expansions...relative

some pre-caused destination point...

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The Grinch lays exhausted on bales of hay,
tired of chasing drunk reindeer from his still.
And he's sure to be lectured by Santa,
as if it's his...

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Memories of goodness from collaborating nakedness
are more than strong appetizing captivity from hot omelets and lasagna
serving as the foundation of a strong intimacy
planted in a...

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The world in our hands would impair devils
An unthinking thought more blissful
Than a wish fulfilling shooting star

Our missions would be charted out
To go on our...

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Our naughty crafts in sex workshop
are all placed under a constant rewind.
Your accurate curves and warm planes
covered in moisture like a soul’s Vaseline
is an awesome...

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Staring into an empty sea-blue Picasso.
Winking,blinking and greasing my wet nose,
Trying to discerpher the rune in my upper 
torso.
To see, if I shall for once,...

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You made a lot of money
selling lewd photos of nude
Then you parlayed your profits
into cyber surfing —  
triple X cinema ***** crude
Nasty video sex...

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Dorothy and Toto went skipping
the Yellow Brick Road(she was tripping).
She had just smoked a joint--
getting high was the point--
and now she was bent on some...

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Titbit scars to feed emotions crimson;
In Her gloomy heart by her wet season.
As Her solstice endorses a greasing red,
She revels off a goad instead...

To each...

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my grandpa's bike needs greasing, so do his knees
he hates his bike and wants to walk with the breeze...

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I never liked you
no, no ... no, no
never I did
I never cared for your fake
Eddie Haskell face at all
Your tart tongue cut my birthday cake...

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When comes an encouragement
Heart really gets enjoyment
It cancels every resentment
Laying for hope a basement

Life daily suffers bombardment
Comes to boost no compliment
Gloom lives in heart-compartment
Memory brings...

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Get right with the creator...
Teach your kids how to fish.  
Give EVERYBODY a second chance or even a third
(that's if they're not to vicious).
After...

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Fate's Footfalls


'Crimson Tides of the Underverse'


Ladders we climb, greasing the grime, in mountains of malignant moral
Committing our crime, with rhythm and rhyme, impending the immoral
Foreshadowing...

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" The oven is set on three hundred and fifty degrees;
the box of the Pillsbury Yellow cake is still unopened, for George's sake,
the kids are...

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