Horse Corruption Poems

A thief, a murderer, an arsonist
Before all these I was someone’s child
An embezzler, a liar, a con artist
Before all this I had big hopes and...

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He stood in front of the open door pacing upon down the fifth floor with hands rubbing into each other and eyes penetrating the hill....

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I can't believe your audacity
Well actually!
Your so consumed with rapcisty
The bling life has blinded you
You can't even see what's Infront of you

Who even are you?...

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Shot broke
She's gone 

Now I see
Can't keep 

In head
Now dead

In jail 
No bail

Oh dang!
Will hang 

Then go 
Below

To hell
Cartel

Jail break
Gang make

Ride horse
With force

Fell off
Self scoff
...

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To all the MAGA minions, let me be clear and concise ...
Your loyalty is somewhat admirable, but its limits have
Been breached, by a man who's...

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...They even claimed that Diaz died,
cut down by Smith’s swift, steady hand,
but Ramsey was nowhere near there,
did not go down amongst the damned.

Instead he was...

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...Then he could see it, the boils,
on their neck and wrists, bright and red,
he felt an itch on his own back,
and felt a cold moment...

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Now I know you’ve heard the story
of how I all was way back when,
when cowboys rode with Indians
near our small town of Buzzard’s Bend.

Not long...

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Oceans and Winds

I have an obsequious unnatural inclination
To sustain my external compulsions 
And convert them to a pre-text of a sub-text
Of instantaneous conclusions
Bi-Partisan confusions, melted...

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V.
He could hold his breath over a minute,
bullets hit water, didn’t penetrate it,
he’d used this trick before against his foes,
water stopped slugs fast, not many...

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IV.
Their faces looked shocked when they saw the flames,
looking at each other for someone to blame,
then Sol cleared his throat, and they look to him,
their...

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III.
He kept off the roads to avoid their eyes,
through scrub and dry grass, onwards he did ride,
skirting north of the ranch, behind a ridgeline,
until he...

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II.
The man said, “There is not much land these days,
it’s probably not a good place to stay.”
Sol said, “Ah, well, I’d been having that fear,
but...

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Guerrilla war in the Athens


Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting 
on a park bench,...

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I Quit, Yeah I said it
Wow, it feel good to finally be free
To be free of been stuck in a pot, 
You just know ...

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