Best Real Mccoy The Poems

POTD

Synthetic hyper realistic - eclectic not eccentric 
Android Humanoid - naturalistic totally orgasmic
Unnatural physicality this futuristic fem-bot fantasy  
Against all normality she is the...

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The Real McCoy


Androids Humanoid- Robotic Robots
Feel them- touch them- real life fembots

Soulless secretions a monster metallic
A copy completion approaching organic

Interacting in all moods they are...

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He walked outside the mirror of 
solitude, 
And greeted with the purest of 
stares. 
Confused by this clairvoyant twin, my 
fearful color was intact; 
I...

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There was an American laddie named McCoy,
his inventions the steam locomotives joy,
although the powers to be drank to his health,
made sure he didn’t share in...

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(The Contest)

I once knew a gentle poet boy
Pretending to be the real McCoy
   He lost two in a row
   This is...

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She bustles
her boys out of bed
grouse, groan, growl
groggy gripes
snarky snipes, as they squabble
their way to breakfast

Packs their lunch
crunch, smack, munch, they eat
hurry boys-
catch the bus
flurry...

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To sing an anthem for doomed youth.
Why did I believe the clergy's untruth
and the politicians who I voted for in a polling booth.
and know i...

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A cry is a cry is a cry
   I would not say
for cries are all different
   in so many ways

All happy...

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Earth quakes, hands shake
Bone breaks, piss takes
Story's end, new ones start
We click unfreind, we fall apart,
Blood boils, tempers flare,
Light to dark, we cease to care,
They...

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I may be all wet, but I sure ain't no bluenose!
And, while it's none of my beeswax,
Let's have a bull session-lesson !
Take a gander around,...

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times ‘r changin’ rearrangin’
     everything here to mars
stars, bars ‘n cars rollin’ 
     trains, planes ‘n internet...

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Ian, my grandson is quite a lively joy,
Though I admit, he's often a wilful boy,
Study for him is a bore
Homework ever his worst chore.
Football is...

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When I was just a little boy
Aged seven I had so much joy
In Commander Job I was so fond
He was Ian Fleming's James Bond
A war...

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My missus has a liking for those cheese and onion crisps,
the taste and the aroma she finds tricky to resist.
Yet oddly the real thing she...

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Our President assured us
that "they", will all be cleared
"You're safe here in America
there's nothing to be feared"

Vetting may not help us much
Where, were the Passports...

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