Best Lubrication Poems

"I can't get it up" I cried
She replied "try more lubrication"
"I can't get it in" I cried
She replied "try more lubrication"
"This thrusting is making it...

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This life fell apart at the seams
His wife met the part of her dreams
  Enraptured hearts elucidating
  Her captured hearts hallucinating.

With a poetry...

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Genuinely!
I've not been the most frequent on this pen
But there are men and women, boys and girls 
That have used it to walk on the...

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In the eases softening breeze leaves rustle in the crisp
Autumn air, as the creeping shadows begin to claim the
Hallows of the darkening night, layer by...

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Science can’t save you, neither can religion,
at least Popper and Niebuhr, philosophers and poets,
are entertainers, which is why actors and athletes
are paid so much. Thanks...

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The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart 
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus 
The tear ducts that latently only lend...

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Being an American in Australia isn’t easy,

but I’m trying to integrate;

I’m trying to fit in.

Just one of the boys with all the right expressions

under my...

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The big 'R', do you actually know what you're doing
To our week nation,
Absolute panic stations, feckin banter deflation, endless duration
Eternal damnation the foundation, our country's...

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Chorus 1:

Damn girl,
If you need some grease,
Why can't you just
Squeak a little,
Squeak a little? (1)

Take time,
Let the voices cease,
Your life adjust,
Breathe a little,
Breathe a little!...

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To dwell among the ruins;
littered with broken bottles and flattened plastic cups,
stamped out cigarette butts
Cast off lottery binges,
crushed ghetto dreams and empty syringes
Poisoned by so...

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Dry skin caused by frozen winter winds
Caused by over washing
Too much caution given to cleanliness
The rough ridges distinctly defined
Will soon go away with care and...

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Separation only looks so sweet,
And tantalizing, when I slice your meat.
Romanticizing crimson glistening,
You plead to god, but is he listening? 
Crazed focus guides me down...

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Some of those closest to me
are concerned my poetry
does not rhyme
every time.

I do not complain,
but try to explain
that total symmetry
is not important to me.

The meaning...

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Ill suited for madcap twenty first century world

One garden variety generic male - the
very writer of these words feels akin
to an anachronism, whereby his being
alive...

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I've got a medicine cabinet
doubling as my bedside table
to where I'm able
to store my Bacardi white rum
in case I wake up
teary-eyed and screaming
in the middle...

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