Best Unsanitary Poems

My God, he doesn’t
Want me to suffer
Horribly, beating myself up
For the nature of only breathing
My God, he isn’t a Murder
Vindicating war with a divine right
Wasn’t given, By my God
I don't have a religion
but a philosophy
I speak to my God directly, 
I don't need a middle...

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The slabbed ceiling tiles are becoming the patio slabs of my childhood home.
I'm highly strung in more ways than one, trying to send my mind elsewhere,
but half-buried memories insert themselves, sliding in with the speculum.
Five years old, the too-close cuddling, pressing and rubbing
his p***s playing...

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Back in 2013 the President 'resetting,' drew a line in the sand
  Syria sprinted across it; faced no response from our end

So, Bashir Assad killed his own countrymen with chemical gas
   hundreds upon thousands fled Syria, Europe's problem, alas*

Then near the end...

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Calls of Humanity




Denial to live a full and free life,
Segregation on creed, colour black or white,
How much tolerance must have been,
A call for human dignity and end of strife,

As came the South African apartheid,
A blot on developing intellectual breed,
Women and children could not escape abuse,
Human...

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Palestine:
The land of Zaatar, Zaytoon
and Lime
 
Palestine:
The land of progressive and loving people
 at her core.
 
The British Empire promised the rocky terrain
(From which the Empire yielded no fruit
 Nor money!)
 
 To displaced people:  The Jews;
 
The Jews called her
The promised land:
The land...

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Sourtoe Martini

The newest trend in cocktails?
Severed human toes!
It’s the latest thing in the Yukon
Not that everybody knows
But now that the Wall Street Journal
Has given it some class
The Sourtoe martini
Is in every other glass
It started forty years ago
In the Yukon territory
Captain “River Rat” Stevenson
Likes to tell...

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They had two children
  a boy and a girl
They'd done their bit
  for a crowded world

Billions then living in poverty
  Conditions heartbreakingly unsanitary 
The 'moral' thing for parents to do
  If having kids, stop at two 

So dad had a vasectomy
...

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(I know this is a dark poem, but also factual. If you want a lighter poem, please read the few before this one *that I hope you will visit)

Some may say, don’t worry, make light of it
As if people may be causing an unnecessary fit
Truth...

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Momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday 
during month of May
can be traced back 
to ancient Greeks and Romans
devotional festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”

Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann...

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Three Cheers To Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis

Momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday 
during month of May
can be traced back 
to ancient Greeks and Romans
devotional festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday,”
the other...

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The Truth Of This Magnitude”

Obstinate defiance from an indignant child 
Consummate reliance on the spirit of the Wild 

Intricate compositions of meticulous art 
A syndicate of derision that is waiting to depart 

The honorary commemoration of a Hero lost at War
The solitary consideration about what...

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momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held 

     to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day 
     where early Christians fancied...

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She was polluted on in the inside,
tainted from thoughts of suicide. 
Infectious diseases had arrived, 
only contamination survived. 

Her toxicity had become contagious, 
as her madness became outrageous. 
She wore an illness that wouldn’t heal,
and impurity is all she did feel. 

She felt dirty like...

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(This is a fictional poem)

You have the nerve to act like a fool.
You actually took a dump in my pool.
What you did was very unsanitary and mean.
I can't hit you because you're under eighteen.
My girlfriend was the one who found the tird.
That was the loudest...

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Momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”

Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann Maria Reeves...

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