Best Imbeciles Poems

Tongue Study

Tongues
Steady it wags
needing to know
more, about the
the very thing that
causes wars.
peace and pain.
I study my tongue.            
Much has been said
about the tongue yet
how has it pertained
to my own.

My tongue has delivered
and served, it...

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they lurk in corners, safe and dark
until they decide to growl and bark
then point an ugly old crooked finger
spittle drooling on the chin, they linger

arguing any point for arguments sake
no sense do they ever seem to make
they pretend to be a master know-it-all
a braying donkey...

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Despite his impatience to show me his hell,
He waited for me in my rest, 
Lying upon the ground, I awoke in prayer,
Thanking God above and asking Him for guidance

“My heart is Yours, always,
From the moment I gave breath,
To the darkened impasses of death
Forever glorifying Your...

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"Sentient"

They say 
they don’t feel 
like we do
their thoughts
a mystery
if they think at all
some say
it’s just a reflex
behind the eyes
the sentient confirms
we are stupid imbeciles
no comprehension 
of our part in it all, 
the grand story
connection;
in disgust 
now reasoning,
the logic in us all,
where is the wisdom...

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If heaven is a rest for the imbeciles,
the banes of hell my portion must be.
If cloud nine is a bordello, 
and the streets of gold are carved along the red-light-district, 
then god must be a panderer. 

Am I not already rewarded? 
My woman is: an...

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Insidious, insipid, id-inebriated imbeciles
incite impetus into inevitable immolation.

Bombast, bluster and bluff: blunt batons of barbarian bullies;
backwards behaviour blackballs baronial breed's burdens and bonds.

Weasely, willy-waving warmongers wage wanton war of words
without wit, wisdom or worldliness, whilst we weakly watch and wait.

Regrettable, repugnant reprobates ravage refined realms...

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"Sick Art"



I walk the streets
still and quiet
I do not lie
I do not betray
what the heart belies
pickled kidneys 

I am a ghost
of my former self

ears lent to hear 
the sweet music
of the sounds so fraught
caught up in the act
of loving unnatural
tendencies kissed 

I whispered into 
those...

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Moe
Larry
Curly

Shep 
Joe

This Three-Fifth Stooges moron quartet
are brain-slow slugs you don’t wanna IQ know

Just sitting on a milk crate,
waiting outside of the MGM studio gate
Moe, Larry and Curly passed my way

They were yukking it up,
talking clown downright tomfoolery
Saying how they were the new chaos custodians of...

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Catharthis...
neglect of the art and it's form is such a beautiful start
let go of the pain
let go of all emotion
the hatred is spread thin
Touched and such beautiful notions
I know you are striving
to be with you're true self
You need to be spirited away
to heaven from hell
Learn...

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Insidious, insipid, id-inebriated imbeciles
wage a wanton war of words without wit, wisdom or worldliness.
Regrettable, repugnant reprobates ravage refined realms as
pirouetting pariahic pyres patently a pyrrhic prize.

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Blasphemy

The caustic tongues of the evangelists,
Across all creeds and faiths,
Seem as brittle as an old bone.

For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell
While neglecting the words of that man who walked in Galilee

'let him who is without sin, cast the first stone'

the...

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A little boy of only 13
he runs 
he treads throughout the tall trees
 the enclosed paths of bushes
great just great he screams
a wonderful safe house full of thorns
to hide from the so called scary monsters
his barrier a repel of daggers
the monster slide and drag
at a...

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rage
blood red
simmering
boiling over
insecure imbeciles off gassing pain

a fraternity of inbred hound dogs 
renting shepherds
flocks are lost
horror
death

soul
lingers
ghostly lights
clarion calls
the atomic spin of celestial night 

loss of foul ego conjoined particles 
wonder free falls
I less bliss
haunting
rite...

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i notice all the pod-people doing money-sex related things
as it becomes the milling of the new androids

caught up in the trap
of it all

there's got to be some big deal they must be wrapping up
- that's why it's so important
to have all that gear on

worse yet,
is...

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Terrorism is a villainous violence, 
Used by those who disagree,
Bloodshed breaks the somber silence,
Between those who feel unfree. 

However, when one disagrees
With how the system works,
They are targeted by an intelligent team
Of thieves who wear white wicked smirks.

Welcome to America, a republic of United States,
Where...

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