Best Hypocritically Poems

IN THE SOUP

My late aunt was always getting herself in the soup,
Wanted to share this with my poetry group,
Good clients of ours we invited home...

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MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away...

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I was listening to Cornell West,
who described our catastrophic tolerance of disvalues for others,
situations we would never tolerate for ourselves,
disvalues like homelessness and hunger,
but also...

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One would think that the feeling of being a slave would create understanding
One would think that racism would die off and cease to overtake our...

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Freedom and freewill
One of the best gifts bestowed to mankind
I heard it is all around
But how many of us seek and find?
I heard it’s free...

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We think we begin to both comprehend,
in...

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Look at the president
dressed in patriotic drag
See how he’s bubble wrapped
in his American kilt flag
Notice how he sashays about
in his patriotic beauty pageant dress
Asking you...

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A man unpresidentially known for the showerhead
Msholozi, the man in charge of singlehandedly running a nation into crisis
With him at the helm the public anxiously...

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If it is a premise of fundamentalists,
whether Christian or Islamic or Devil Worshipers,
that Reason is bad, faith is good,
what could anyone reasonably say
that could not...

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Old Willy’s ice-box housed nothing but cheese.
Row after row of perfect pillars packed
with gouda cheese, bleu cheese, mascarpone cheese
and a bit of brie (though for...

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Sunday morning early, five a.m to be
precise, my mind awakes, then gently succours
the body to arise from one’s mundane sleep. I
then transfer to Britain via...

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How long shall we try to convince her to see the truth?
How long would she pretend, when the truth sits in-between her breast cursed?
Deception and...

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So, now, you are telling me your feelings.
But you expect my concern?

Did you consider my feelings?
Each and every single time that you afflicted me,
with your...

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?He has the ability
but not the will.
Even If he willed it
would that muffle up
the unrelenting voice
of Oliver Twist.
The twist is he’s got only
one stinger, a...

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Sailing on the deep blue sea,
Waves swaying back and forth,
The ship still sails to the north,
Overcoming all forces of capsizing,
It's a long journey overseas,
The atmosphere...

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