Best Hypodermic Poems

Pine needles fall on manicured lawns
  on quiet streets where elm trees grow
 But in their midst a demon yawns
 And screams through veins...

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I was fed a brain scorpion tonight.
Small sting...  but a cute glimmer of the things to come.
Hypodermic needle pinning point blank on my frontal...

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Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh, my.
Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh why?
Lions and Tigers and Bears are not really all that scary to me,
When...

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Public Speaking


Public speaking made me nervous when I was in school
Getting up in front of class, I always lost my cool
I memorized my speeches and...

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I was fed a brain scorpion tonight.
Small sting...  but a cute glimmer of the things to come.
Hypodermic needle pinning point blank on my frontal...

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I'm not qualified to own him
And I don't intend to fall prey to him.

He has brought tears to my eyes more than once
Then again, he...

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Fist of crumpled bills, reading through the flavors etched in chalk;
While couples hand in hand, lean on one another and sweet talk.
She orders just for...

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REFINING AND MAINLINING HYPERBOLE

Something reliable, desirable, easily obtainable and consistently good
So a junkie best know the right neighborhood
The right junkie to see who won’t stab...

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Snake Alarm
I have a mate called Paddy,
Who lives inside me car,
He never made it home to daddy,
He's brown n long haha,
He loves dem little brown...

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The crumbs never led home.
There was no turning back,
no do-overs.  The gunshot rang,
the race begun.

The race to tomorrow
where better would beget hope,
hope beget promise,
promise...

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Aussie Taipan
To be a Taipan lethal quick
Deadliest land snake
Is my pick
Coffin head and longer fang
Watch out for the boomerang

9 foot long full of venom
Send spear...

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as a child
the amazement with little things,
the wrapper on the present,
(instead of the present itself)
shiny objects & furry fuzzies,
all brought with them an
enjoyment which couldn’t...

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...She inhales So
her Secret won't yet Slip...

Her life was a by-product
of my rotting flesh,
set in a dysmal still-life
where she was my only color.

The past was...

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the illness clung like poison ivy to the foundations of her resolve

poisoning hornets injected her wings and she was stung into arrest

Maria did not know...

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In the bleeding shadows threading ***** and deft
Along and above corridors painted white and green,
Fluorescents flickered in their moth-brushed bowls,
And the madness and sweet anguish...

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