Bottom Of The Barrel Poems - Poems about Bottom Of The Barrel

...Who I'm not I'm not who people label me to be I am me unapologetically I'm not the bottom of the barrel I'm not the dirt I'm not useless I know my worth I'm not an ordinary person I ......

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...Poetry has left me again I’ve bled the hills and trees for words I’ve searched for verbs in the hours When someone fills the emptiness I will have no need for pronouns No talk or fragments f......

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...We thought it would last forever, not a kink in the endless chain of supplies; Now more than the store shelves are coming up continuously empty; Still the menu is good to change, maybe get out g......

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...Imagine a standard barrel of crude oil – 42 gallons. The barrel unit of measure dates back to 1859 When Pennsylvania oil wells were first drilled And the wooden ‘tierce’ wine cask Holding 42 gall......

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...Let's tell those who spoil us with metaphor That we're logical enough to understand their error If turning a rotten situation into a bad one Is to them a testimonial worthy of approbation They ......

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...The moral compass is spinning Democracy’s light is dimming The country faces ruin The lies just keep on coming No honour, dignity or integrity remains In this government that fails and wanes ......

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...Out with infighting and lack of general respect, Let’s restore our Congressional reputation Rank partisanship and grandstanding While padding their own coffers, I expect! Let’s rid o......

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...people insist on speaking French to me c’est la vie smelling salts in a ten gallon vat that’s not to be sniffed at the mouse met an elephant so prim she looked down her nose at him I must......

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...The land that lies Happy dancer, singing songs, Knowing that the end will come; But which is the end and which new beginnings? Waiting on the end of the beginning, is this the beginning? Thi......

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...limericks float in dirty little creeks a sucker punch to the face of peace similar to silent farting in a lacy wedding party a bottom of the barrel poetry......

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...Once again you slide inside to chiv me, to stick me with a blade. Cold steel is not when your blood's running hot but the signals get mixed then we're fixed fine? it's dandy. You don't f......

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... It is a bad place to be born, the first breath you breathe is drawn from dregs of scorn And you get rolled from day one, passed around like a bottle of rum Then they toss you to the c......

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...THE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL She was scraping the bottom, the barrel was now almost bare. No meal now to do all the baking, the last meal was now sitting there. And then came the prophet Elijah who ......

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...ive been to the bottom of the barrel it was in my head the critical self hatred poisoned my well wishing dare i strive to become whom I want pasteurized and organized to fit my odd ways having n......

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...the list that was a fist a) it is possible b) it is inevitable chained to a million pleasures an astonishing compendium of compulsions honed bright with a fool's ardor the kind you'd wish for i......

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