Brainless Poems - Poems about Brainless

‘ I have forgot whatever you knew. A victim of grey matter - Tabula Rasa You wander into my mind slam the door behind - run headlong into a brick wall. My head hurts with emotionally empty empathy. O the humanity! Strange just got scary my hairless bonce just got hairy. I think I can, I know I can....puff, then poof. Out of steam. Good day to you red-faced being I...

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Deep within the decrepit graveyard Alight by a circular moon Concrete creaks Gravestones crack Grotesque bodies rise in ghastly fashion. khaki grass crunches beneath gangling feet mechanical movements macabre murmurs and creaking bones march forward, famished. Crunch.... ..... Crunch... Crunch. filling darkened streets, crowding alleys, stalking backyards... Creak.. ...Crunch.. flesh, falls to the floor... Exposing... the gruesome grey, skeletal, Dearly departed, undead. Flocks of odious creatures Litter streets Masticating and munching unsuspecting society sheltered in the shadows you watch, blood drip from toothless grins As they siphon the essence of humanity A...

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Mankind grew the brain while other animals limbs, the brain perfected pain while animals hunt their dins, brains get greedy to reign while limbs work to survive, power makes brains insane while limbs keep young alive. Brains war until the dead remains, driven by selfish greed and gains. Brainy people killing people, continuous and shameless. So mankind grew the brain, and mankind is the brainless....

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Just because a man is dead, You can’t send him away with an empty head. Genius of Jackson down the drain, Sure for the fans to cause much pain. Something not done by those entirely sane, But then what could they do? It was too late to complain. Why did they not lay to rest complete,...

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Got a great recipe For cheescake... Decided to make it once... My experience was to show me I really am a dunce... First I had to whip cream cheese I threw it in a bowl, Took out my trusty mixers And thrust it in the hole The cream cheese was cold, The mixers started to smoke, I guess I should have been told Let it warm up...

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