Best Sittin Poems

I now know a poet named Jan
She sits on the Isle of Man
She post all her poop
On this Poetry Soup
Of which I am a huge...

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I love a good rhythimic beat
I can imitate a drum with the pounding of my feet
Whether it's rock & roll or rap
A stadium amp or...

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This is a parody of "I can't Dance." by Genesis.


Metaphor junkies
spewing their dung
actin all holy
like they've written in tounges...

Can anybody
interpret that (Bleep)
explain the poems meaning
with...

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Thirsty

I could tell right away he was up ta sum thin.
I could see it in doze beady eyes!
His wordz were smooth in a snake like...

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A girl gleams in her ink dreams
sittin against barn wall sqeakin like a soul freakin,
voices from an unpopulated country
dancin and rockin on her soul's farmland...

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While Ma was away, Pa lost Tweety
while pet-sittin’ for his friend Petey.
Then at dinnertime, Ma
said, “I’m so sorry, Pa,
but this bird I found ain’t very...

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livin’ on  the beach in a hut by the sea 
green grass , warm gentle breezes and all kinds of lovely trees  .
I’m...

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so last night I was just sittin there, right?
and outta nowhere this huge, like, 
demonic-millipede devil-thing
was right there on my computer desk, like wriggling towards...

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Sittin in a bar alone
I think of words I wrote.
Counting dollars on the wall
at a place they call The Goat.

The waitress took my order,
eyes shining...

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Ah war out a walkin
Ut war a Sunday morn
Mah chores war all did
Warn't no need fer me et home

Ah walks along tha river
What does goes...

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Yo! Hang wit me and be my boo,
listen to the rap, ya know I’m true.
The streets and alleys’ full of deals,
lay back this ride’s rollin...

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Just take a second now, to finally think 
of what its like to talk to someone with a fear of speakin to peeps
Or how some...

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Just sittin alone at my barstool
yes, darling, I'm feelin real fine
and I confess, I admire your dress
yet I have to withhold the next line.

Cause there...

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fat muncher sittin on the couch,
cheetos bag in hand.

 an abstract maze of orange
 cheesy dots all around him.

  still he runs from the...

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you gotta join in the struggle for the ill-gotten gains
of the movers and the shakers on the streets Wall and Main
we will take what we...

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