Best Tappin Poems

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 a comment that fits...

Then say, I can't write
or compose
demi-gods are out there
always breaking my (Bleeps...)

They say, I can't write
or compose
so...

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I'm 19.
That may not mean much to you but it means everything to me.
It means I've already out lived most of my friends and family.
It means I'm smarter than most in my situation.
It means with out hesitation I've given myself the modes and the means
To...

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The sparrow’s endless knowledge
makes the owl get uptight
the owl’s got true wisdom
but he operates at night
the magpie keeps on chirpin’
that the raven’s coming near
that rappin, yappin, tappin,
nevermore I wish to hear
and as I look up into the morning sky
four and twenty blackbirds
escape from a pie
the...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this faux written accent
donned to sail hub berate won big todo
fur those peep pull o' Eire rush deuce cent)

aye pretend, and thence make oop
duff fallow wing vary minor event
harkening back...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Since adopting the guise
of Norwegian bachelor farmer,
I may as well fabricate genetic stock
lock, and barrel linkedin to Celtic legend.

Sentimentalism invariably swelled me bosom
regarding how grown former bonny lad,
essentially mutely surfed, finagled, and coursed 
one existential nihilistic wave after another...

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Better watch watcha do around the lab.
Dont let your hunch backed assistant play with chemicals.
Get your head out the coffin and your mother and law 
off the slab.

For strange brew.
Can re animate old fiends.
And really mess with you.

One two three four.
You blink and from the...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or
Feast of Saint Patrick
Lá Fhéile Pádraig
invoke even non Irish to proclaim
Éirinn go Brách
translated as "Ireland Forever."

Juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee 2021 Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this faux written accent
donned to sail hub berate won big todo
fur...

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Rhythm and Blues
Makes you want to move
   to the beat, BEAT
      Tap your FEET
          Move your hips
            Gyrate
...

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With a big wide grin
wobbled round my chin
past the mouth, nearly fell in
carried on like a wheelspin
it really was bubblin
no worry or a troublin
no cares to multiply or go doublin
the dimensions I now go travellin
these mysteries I keep unravellin
this universal potential i'm tappin in
the cotton...

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  In the sixties I went to university
    where I experienced much diversity

  For example, among fraternities
    mine went from ‘Kegs-a-Tappin’
    to ‘Pills-a-Poppin’ 
     ~ LSD, we were...

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There is a band called "Worries" in my head,

every time I close my eyes I can see them playing

 

the drummer plays the loudest,

one foot Bang Bang BANGing on the bass

one hand rippling the same beat between two snares,

and the other hand annoying the hell...

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When I was young
this was much older
I'm now a bit smarter
then I was bolder

Didn't worry what would happen
or what I was gonna do
my toes they were a tappin
now I just tie my shoe

When I used to walk around
I moved like I was flowin
now if I...

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YA'LL DON'T SING KNOW SONG CALLED
VOLAGE REGULATER
YA'LL DON'T SING KNOW SONG
CALL TAPPIN STARTER
YA'LL DON'T SING NO SONG
CALLED
TIRE PRESSURE
YA'LL DON'T SING NO SONG
YA'LL DON'T SING NO SONG...

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Compassions Coverings Midnight Melancholy 
Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-

Verse 1
The moon hangs heavy in the midnight blacken sky
The streetlights flicker as the day goes night by
Feeling that old familiar unmentioned strain
Blues creeping in, like a steady silver rain

Chorus
Compassions Coverings Midnight Melancholy
Dancing midst the symphony
Blues sway,...

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1910 Asogio slow the music, as the music freely slows
Heart ears hearing the abundant free flows
Jazz bebop axe percussion drumming a beating
Pirouette on point one foot tappiN
Cadence ragtime Hallelujah
Be it that, rat a tat, tat, tat, tat
Music speakiN ta ya, baeBy (baby) it’s all fat
Seize...

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