Best Slobbered Poems

Great opportunities knock in that door
But I’m terrified to see masks on the floor
Everyone pick the pieces of their stains,
Dominantly horrible to see evil as...

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June 01, 2008

 

Silver Spoons
 
 

The disruption and the dismay left my will fray.

Corrupted and disillusioned are the eyes that see.

Bottled up and distilled...

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Turned it loose and got drunk
As a smelly old skunk
On disgusting cheap wine
In the Carolina pines

Shot guns at thin air
(Who the heck gonna' care?)
Weren't it...

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Ouch don’t touch it hurts 
The sun slobbered on my face
The pain, all for the gain
Of a tan
Red in the face, it’s really a disgrace...

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I once volunteered to babysit a dog; really, how hard could that be?
She looked at me with pitiful eyes, “Would you please watch my little...

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What is this, what is that, who is this? 
There are words that we don't repeat twice
Especially when we omit the little cedilla
Please, my country...

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My only thought on love resembles this:
From such a distance I was nearly there,
I watched a couple strip each other bare.
They did a shot and...

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She is the master
The commander
The monarch
She rules this room
She is the Queen

Her territory expanding
Out into the kitchen
Away to the closet
Conquering through
She shows no mercy

Jumping upon...

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I live in worlds of fantasy,
But people won’t just let me be.

It’s not as if I damage things, 
Or try to fly without my wings.

I...

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His teeth were crooked, broken, mostly missing
When he spoke he slobbered while he was lisping

So the town gave him this nickname
Sad epitaph to his fateful...

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Upon Googling Petco
regarding purchasing gift card
for eldest daughter
(she tends two beautiful female felines)
Petsmart website appeared right and center
innocuously distracting purported intent.

The nearest latter named store
approximately...

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My blind date Frank showed up at the door,
his curly hair was slick with grease,
a mad plaid jacket topped his Bermuda shorts,
as a pink ivy-league...

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I crawled out of night like a cocoon
Feeling the sun on a crinkled skin
Waiting to grow wings
And tour the heavens soon
And suddenly when I thought
The...

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whatcha thinkin ’bout


nothing really.
it is true.
at an age when
the mind is on 
permanent vacation,
I float on a bed of soft 
feeling, selected memories.
occasionally a thought
creeps...

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Paisley at my bosom, soft head tadpoles
           Wrapped dependent, rest in trust cherubic
  ...

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