Bucko Poems - Poems about Bucko

...Bucko The Cat Cat! Fatty Bratty Haunting Sleeping Darting Claws Whiskers Wasted Rats Stinking Running Stalking Putrid Vacate Scat! -Gray Squirrel 05-25-2025......

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...We’re all just Scattered splattered rainbows on Skyscraping Walls. That’s some graffiti, the graffiti is the name. There’s graffiti with some face paint Looking out us all, with eyes on eve......

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...They left you impassioned impossibilities, They say. Forged runner out of a glass fire, How fast does glass run? How far does glass run? Penniless fiend with a knack for whatever The hell, what......

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...6/5/22 Underneath the night sky No more Mr. Nice guy My my, how time flies F*** all these white lies To you it seems out of this world and Sci-Fi To me it's natural like a hippie wearing ti......

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...sing the lines right or the paddle will find your bottom! listen up bucko the lyric's are for the Missus, you tryna tell us something? those bassoons could use a good cleanin so if the music do......

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...THE WHOLE TOWN QUERY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- April 9, 2018 Volume VI......

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...So ya want ta sail, me hearty, and ya set ta see the world. Just sign away ya life, Jack, and stow ya gear forward. There's room enough in foksel for the bloomin' likes of you, we'll put ya rig......

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...Yo-Ho-Ho And Shiver Me Timbers Shiver me timbers and loosen me limbers I sail me sloop until it lin’ers And drop anchor in t’ nearest lagoon Bury me treasure chest full o’ d......

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...subtle scare tactic of western capitalism, the slip of paper in the mail, the email directed at you & you alone, the collection agency phone call--- it all comes down to frightening & keeping one at......

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...Whoa! stop the wagon, bucko I wanna get off who invented this ride goin' nowhere? no difference 'tween me and the coach I'm riding I'm no Cinderella and it ain't no pumpkin. we're bumpin......

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...don't be sucked in by the metaphor of one person's war effort in love's battlefield desperate for change of social sciences when stress adds up our minds the first to give I set the stage for yo......

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