Best Lather Poems

liberty in verse
atypical on the Soup

born a free-spirited caballero
I’ll not dangle
from another poet’s noose

jigsaw puzzles presented
by contest sponsors
jump through hoops
win their accolades

who’s to say what makes good verse?
flash your PhD at me
“Oh yes, oh yes, you are the best,”
most wholeheartedly agree

those who compromise
win a nebulous...

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Alison weeps at the fake Senior Prom.
Alison creeps out onto the lawn.
Alison’s skin turns to purple from pink.
Alison’s flesh beginning to stink.

A stench too great to look away.
Poking at the children who’ve come to play.
Poking at Alison with a big long stick.
Flies alight with each...

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I want to scrape my hands raw,
peel away the loops and whorls,
make it scarlet

Scrape it 
as you would fish scales,
but bloodied

Pour antiseptic on it
Let. It. Sting.

Then wash it away,
letting it flow 
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the way-there channel...
is for casting

-3 0 3 3 3 0 -3

the next-even days
we-lather tempers...

at yer 'some-day' to
set-a-turd-day...

for casting pat
urned and numb...

brrrr'd assss' into
a favor-ripe fishing spot



stan sand...

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For hygiene no hope,
No recourse to soap,
Cleanliness for rope
Germs no longer grope;
Easy patrols: lope

To those who hate soap
Do you ever cope?
All Catholics Nope!”
For I could tell Pope.

Soap is Next father
Of laundry’s lather
Dwarfed only by surf
But to Dirt still rough

Use it no odour
You’ll smell the other....

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