Best Out Of The Frying Pan Poems

Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate was a very evil man,
He used to eat his dinner from a filthy frying pan,
And when he’s finished eating he’d play...

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Addictions, restrictions, afflictions, decisions,
A needle, a bottle, step down hard on that throttle!
Disaster, no more laughter, destruction for years after.
Placate, eradicate, fornicate, masturbate,
Addiction.  Restriction....

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You rule this family with an iron fist
Thriving on having your ass kissed
Without constant adoration you become pissed
There are too many items on your wanted...

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"The Unlit Flame at Blue Feather’s Cross Roads"



Words these days are seldom Red
like drops of lifeless blood falling cold on a hot frying pan,
sentences are...

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The winter season brings in 
the festival of light
   in its wake
The battle which took place over a millennium ago 
  Still...

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Today it’s Pancake Day and there’s to be a pancake race
Entrants are on the starting line with a smile upon their face

Old Ted ‘s ready...

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You’re feeling so uncomfortably 
				like a lobster lately,
embroiled in hot controversy
Heated debates swirling all around you,
as your deep-fried life
jumps from the frying pan to the...

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dinner dark
             like blackened corn on a husk
mother hits me with the blunt...

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When are you going to grow up
She asked me one day
Never I said
If I have my way
She said you act like a fool
Don't you take...

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Pardon me Hon, my apophenia is acting up. See,
   I have this acute case of advanced pareidolia
Today my two fried eggs formed Munch's...

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Late one night in the middle of the day
 She took out her fork and began to write
 With her pen she ate the food...

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Playing a man: bravado
matching can-do ego with
being strong in word and deed.
Within ... he curls up in tears.

Playing a woman:  so feminine
soft hands, soft...

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the egg in the frying pan 
sizzled but mine wasn't 
sunny side up

my brain assimilated
everything but this
wasn't a simulation

i hit a wall 
going at least
sixty...

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An Italian once courted my Aunt

Who was bitten by ants in his pants

     So he screamed, "Mama Mia!"

   ...

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GRANDMA'S APRON 
 
Grandma's apron dabbed my tears and wiped the baby dry.
Carried wood and eggs and fruit when she would work outside.
 
We'd run...

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