Best Propping Up Poems

Look out lads here we come
Couple of wild girls out for fun
Perfect hair and makeup's fine
Brand new perfume, we smell divine
Skin tight jeans, mini skirts and skimpy knickers
Can't wait for the party its theme is 'Tarts and Vicars'
It's Saturday night we're on the pull and...

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In the modern age
Of canvassing 
Before Political Elections 
Isn't it funny ?
How threat's seem to happen 
To National Security
So strength and leadership can be 
Viewed and manipulated 
Into placing your X in a Box
Like a cunning fox
You had me at Scared
The groundwork has been prepared...

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He was an unpopular celebrity who enjoyed his liquid food
Acting weirdly normal when he was in a happy mood

He’d been on a heavy diet and was eating lots of jumbo shrimp
They were disgustingly delicious with hot chili and on his diet he won't skimp

His stomach...

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Impossible dreams that give rise to miracles do happen in real life,
How else can one explain  as riotous celebrations burst into life,
There in Leicester City when her football team confirmed their supremacy,
With a final 3-1 rout of their latest opponent from the illustrious Everton...

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Donation or Corruption

Hahaha....
In mainland China, corruption is a capital crime....
Public and municipal officers have been executed for being less than clean...
In Bolehland, Land of Infinite Possibilities, Cash is King, ...
Even being caught with the hands in the cookie jar is not stealing.. ......
MO1 was found...

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Here we are the African Youth
Waiting endlessly to be leaders of tomorrow
As propounded by our predator Overlords
Decades have passed and the wait continues

For many years gone by
We have been Cannon fodder and thugs
Propping up the old order
Drenched continually in broken promises

In schools we were inundated
With...

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Thought are only feelings too,
Thoughts that I think so often of you.

Feelings are my sensations within,
The mud and the rubbish,
The diamond ring.

Sensations are the messages you send to me,
A sword, a cross, an olive tree.

So many images flash through my mind,
So many feelings to which...

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Chocolate candy and popcorn. Propping up my feet. Waiting for the show to come 
on.
The Mr. Pibb is sitting securely on my right and ready to drink. Oh, what a treat!
My head is tilted back and relaxed, with my legs crossed. Hugh Jackman is sexier...

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Ariel! Rise again to walk n run,
No stump or thorn to ache your paws;
A living room is ready,
Warm arms all set for a hug.

Livia Pereira snuggling  into your ears,
Lays  you on mattress amid heap of kisses,
Propping up packets of toilet rolls ,
Raquet n...

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THE PRINCE OF SELF DELUSION

The Prince of self delusion,
a whiny tory clown,
who hasn't money for the using ,
thinks crawling brings it round,

pathetic in his fervour,
to be the masters hound,
like sharks sucking on a surfer,
when moralitys' unwound,

honesty has left the room,
where charity escapes,
fair play is on...

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Our final purpose end is really generally unknown
but there now what better a place for such a strong supporting bone
Bone too high for worms and funerals incendiary flames
inclined bleached bone release from dead body there nature sadly shames 
By the fence there the bone propping...

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Propping up their drooping
Posture on dizzy stools,
Parched lips overly pleased, 
Pockets drained of money,
Prisoners of excess 
Pander to last resort:
Phew! Pop goes the weasel.*

[*An expression describing the spending of all your money on drink
 in the pub and subsequently pawning your suit to raise some...

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Insolent and ebullient ,
The thistles and thorns proliferate
In the wake of the roses' spectacular demise -
ruthlessly cut down in its prime   
Eyes misty , yearning for the vivacity of yesteryears
Reminiscence of glory days
Paling into oblivion in the light of hostile reality
Shoulders weary from...

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Propping up a station wagon,
propping up a tree, 
my legs no longer what they were,
I long for more stability.

Waiting for a cab or waiting for a train,
I look for means to keep me upright,
and when from time to time I fall, 
there is always someone...

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Propping up a station wagon,
propping up a tree, 
my legs no longer what they were,
I long for more stability.

Waiting for a cab or waiting for a train,
I look for means to keep me upright,
and when from time to time I fall, 
there is always someone...

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