Best Servicing Poems

When I gaze into this realm, I see more than the dazzling array
     of golden starbursts floating in a cosmic sea of blue-green-gray,
   photoreceptors painting post-Impressionistic explosions of colors,
       fibers and dilator muscles...

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All afternoon I waited in at my house for you
But you didn’t show up and the air turned blue!

Called the servicing and maintenance department  …
‘Didn’t turn up’ today was my loud lament!

Eric the engineer will be here, but it wont’ be until tomorrow
Four on...

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I stared into the mirror today.
I saw you -
a needled zealot
hovering around my left shoulder;
Adolph Hitler dressed in 
opium-perfumed swatches.

You smelled like her.
You acted like him.
You looked like me.
Swastika tall and evenly abhorrent.
Syringe-insured yet,
never sharp enough to 
successfully stab 
outside the 50-point cork.

You slithered like...

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Government Sales Tax GST
Since the introduction of GST, a sales tax newly  introduced back in April 1st last year,
GST or Government Sales Tax has wreaked untold financial miseries all thro the year.
Despite the various publicity shows and nationwide tours to dispel  citizens’ early...

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Unquotable quotes: The Janitor, Gardienne, Landlady, Housekeeper, Portero, Sereno and the Hausgast –XXXii Part Two

The duties of the Housekeeper in the U.K. par rapport au Portero in Spain or the Gardienne in France is that the former is a sort of “official” who supervises the...

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The title of this talk today,
"Win-Win Politics of New Feminist Economics"
suggests questions,
more than emasculating 
definitively deductive
reductive
answers.

Would you imagine
a minority-identified Buddhist,
more likely as a feminist?
or culturally comfortable
with political and economic Left-brain domination,
monotheistic competing for all-consuming
ritualistic servicing?

How would you compare broad cultural trends
between East and West theology
on...

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Why do you use sex as a control weapon?
You pretend to not know that we need it.
The monster must be alleviated, released. 
We get sex when we get a promotion, 
or our birthday or when we buy you a gift.
What greed is that?
Can you even...

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I have a view 'maybe its wrong.? That some older guys have come on 'strong'
These 'figureheads' of project fear, represented the young we were told so clear

1 Richard Branson 'vintage' 65..' Has almost half a decade on younger guys
Or girls; yet over to the 'youth'...

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Tell her you saw me ...

Tell her I was out on the bluff at the Cape
during a gale, much too close to the rocks.
Tell her the surf was tormenting the ledges,
its roar far too loud for me to hear you call,
the salt-spray too heavy to...

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My youngest son is forty-six years old

A chip off the old block as they say

I take full responsibility for this young fellow

Scott is his name, silliness is his game

Proud as punch of that boy

'Why grow up' has always been my motto

He has certainly accepted it...

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one  seventh heaven fantasy of this middle aged hetero
sexual mwm would be  to take the playbook of the late 
(recently deceased) Hugh Hefner. Said reverie constitutes 
servicing a gamut of women, whose plethora in numbers 
constitutes insatiable sexual propensity sans propinquity 
perp hussy.
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despite...

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My husband and I always enjoy visiting
GrandMother Eartha
on Mother's Day

She often shares
last night's dreams,
which too often follow rather disturbing peak experience themes

Because,
you know,
or maybe not because,
how would I know?

Dreams about Her Straight White AlphaMale trauma
were maybe inspired by emotional 
and sensory neglect
from both DarkGod Judgment
and...

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SHOPPING WITH HUBBY

It was our son’s Wedding, I had to look good,
My car in for servicing, sick under its hood,
So willingly and heartily hubby volunteered,
To take me to the mall, he came geared,
Two magazines, it didn’t matter how long I took!

Such a kind soul, I...

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Of what use is time
If it’s consumed by passion
Servicing others
Servitude that drowns your dream
While you toil and save and pay

©david byrne March 2012...

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tell her you saw me ...

tell her I was out on the bluff at the Cape during a gale, much too close to the rocks … tell her the surf was tormenting the ledges, its roar far too loud for me to hear you call,...

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