Best Run Of The Mill Poems

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You think you're Godzilla 
but you're just a Gorilla,
that's what happens when you've got gonorrhea,
my skin colours vanilla
my skills are killa and real
you're run of the mill, a fail
can't you tell you didn't do well,
that Kartel manure smell
of Kountry music don't sell,
a wannabe that wants...

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So you are choosing Rocky Mountain Oysters over Meatballs
You love to eat them from a zip loc bag at the mall
You grew up in the deep south  eating these odd things
For instance, you choose chicken feet with toe nails instead of chicken wings
You said...

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I met a deer
I met a deer a big brown deer.
We met in the dark. 
Not as friends just a run of the mill meeting.
I had to stop but it was too late 
The meeting was over and the deer was dead.
I guess a car...

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I'm just a regular guy with a regular job,
Just your average, run of the mill suburbanite slob.
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
while motorists behind me are going insane.
I use public toilets and I urinate on the seat
and if by chance in the restroom...

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Meandering memories 
move through my mind 
like a river flowing   
to the salty sea. 

Limbs stretch lazily 
reaching skywards 
like the gangling 
branches of an ancient tree. 

Standing still in 
the solitude of 
suspended time; 
lazily picking flowers,

the hours melt away 
as I...

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No one can understand you, because you're not your typical run of the mill
it's all due to your philosophy, a mind that thinks but a tongue that sits still
years quickly pass you by, finding yourself alone and in a world of your own
as you learn...

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Wolf Works

Not your run of the mill wolf, my fur is shiny silver
My left legs are stronger than the other two
Every day it is a struggle to prove my place
In the wolf pack pecking order
I am the center level in the group
Fever in my mind,...

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The reason that she didn’t come to my last poetry reading
Was that I had but faintly praised her hat.
It was a monstrous thing which  Mrs. Thatcher,
 the Queen most certainly, would have shunned.
It was sort of like a jerry-built bird’s nest
Jammed full of something...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXVII

IF ever I had a country proud of its wall-less porous boundary

And if ever by no mistake of the Supreme High Command of the International Militaro-Business Conspiracy I were appointed the CHIEF TARIFF IMPOSER and Eminence Grise of...

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A poem must stir our emotions,
Like the storms churning in the oceans
Like the fiery lava flowing downhill,
And just not be any run-of-the-mill.

It must tug firm at the reader's heart
And grip him good from the start,
Let him not idle, purr or whimper
But gulp it down hook,...

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Treason Reasons




                              Concreted cracks, abandoned train tracks,
         ...

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Wish I was one of those mucky mucks
Like the ones that are running the show
Could do as well as those guys up there
Though I'm simply a 'run of the mill' Joe

With power comes a lot of temptation
Like the deals they make under the table
They say...

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If my usual wasn't so ordinary
And didn't span great feats of generic
It may just be shy of extraordinary 
A mediocrity so bland I'm hysteric

Enormity in normalcy's highest gear
Worked out so hard and never got abs
Without an ear my regular cannot hear
I'm the base tested against...

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Had a Ho Hum Attitude

My friend could tell from his first glance
I had a ho hum attitude full of happenstance
After being to the point yet matter of fact
And in each poem myself I would enact.

Always true to form Terry could tell
Then from him often I...

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