Best Slots Poems

We're Covid free - restrictions lifted
Shop barriers, they have been shifted
But there’s still a queue
For the ladies loo
Weak bladders, us gals have been gifted!

Bars opened...

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Americans are proud people
bringing peace to every steeple
causing wars they will not do
destroying enemies for their due
eating fast foods they will 
forgetting all the thrill
God’s...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the...

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She pleaded to me with a blushed body,
ready readily for the holiday my maintinance could muster for her pink engine,
the electricity my overtime bedtime love...

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Addictions, restrictions, afflictions, decisions,
A needle, a bottle, step down hard on that throttle!
Disaster, no more laughter, destruction for years after.
Placate, eradicate, fornicate, masturbate,
Addiction.  Restriction....

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Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while...

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The line of people out the door.
The queue that snaked around the floor.
The building's sleek art deco style.
The carpets' faded plush red pile.

The "Coming Soon"...

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Like a warm cotton bud used to give inner ears a clean
there is something comforting about routine.
Knowing where you stand and the order of play,
knowing...

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If I was a boy, not yet a young man 
I’d push some paper into your han’. 
Lined and folded it would be, 
moving words...

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As along our long life journey we sail
We all do encounter belied expectations 
Feeling of deep hurt results from betrayal 
Our shrivelled heart writhing in...

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Lost time doesn’t circulate
I was having a hard time finding my light switch in the dark
Colorful, temporary
Grey, permanent
Sore calves and heavy head
Tisses and black shoelaces
I’m...

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Widder Woman

hate boxes and neat little slots
pigeon holes burn my behind
all those safe-making creations 
that pacify the peeps. 

stuff an unknown quantity
into a bag of...

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The Fairground
 
I remember the fairground when I was a child, there
was the candy Fairy Floss machines, and you could 
See them spinning the spider...

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I'd like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we're only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this...

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Sometimes words skillfully spoken
To play the slots insert the tokens

Pull the handle and play the dare
You really believe the game is fair?

You believe all is...

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