Buffoons Poems - Poems about Buffoons

... If you don’t play the big three There’s no way You should be seen In the final of the WTC That’s what’s been heard Mean baggie greens Have a word Indians chagrin din Sim......

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...“Heady heights..bright neon lights..giddy delights Arsonists torching the Indian empire Reputations scorching..awash with brilliant whites Gilded generation ire… spoils soiled in an oily qua......

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...I am a cartoonist; have been drawing them since I could hold a crayon. I will dabble them on paper, cardboard, metal, wood, and rayon. But I did not know until I was over sixty that I am also a pai......

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...As hapless vapors of decay, surround us, suffocating the fecund earth. A blanket of suffocating grey, born from the diseased aspirations of humanity. We, the self-appointed masters of a planet in sha......

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... With every word you utter, there you go you splutter, thanks to my old ears, I can hardly hear, your yelling and ugly, maybe dear your hungry. I never argue with buffoons, they'll waste ......

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... One is over-senile the other over-penile One opens our borders the other issues loyalty orders Our execrable Presidential candidates presage a once-great country’s fate......

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...Casual lion lounges in his 70’s jacket It is made of velvet, not velveteen Softer than his mane if you can believe it We wait for his words of wisdom He is the king of beasts and of the forest ......

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...Let's entertain no doubt. This book was , but birthdays come around, and must be feted. Five brothers and one sister celebrated each other's anniversaries. Close-knit would hardly do us justice......

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...Why is every child so fascinated By what is clearly just a bag of air? Flimsy bits of rubber when deflated Can cause a feeling of delight to flare. Perhaps it’s a matter of gravity And how the......

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...Balloons, bolix! A ghostly flight… A fight for airspace… So much air…blowhard. To sail the seas of America’s skies… Look down upon the stretch of land. It landed, on the eyes of the Montanans.......

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... “Before The Firing Squad” the firing squad came dressed in faux smiles the intervention cake was spoon fed, like honey, by mother superior to the lesser bee, ......

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...Shall I relay a sidesplitting hoot from my “care-free” on campus fun phase? It entails a laboratory session involving three mystic world colossal oafs. One had an unerring penchant for Laurel and ......

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...I do not want a bunch of crying or sadness Grandma said. Release a bunch of balloons and sing upbeat songs when I am dead. We grandchildren all heard her say it a million times. She sang it and wr......

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...A long time has passed while these spectacular seasons continue to renew themselves unlikely dormant awareness; images of the past clout me on the head and rebuke me for having failed to ......

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...Oh say can you see the land of the freebie and the home of the ungrateful bleating where borders are blown wide open by vote vamps to the glee of coyotes -desperados -the depraved.. Stars and s......

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