Time Crap Poems

where is that little bear, Burt? Everyone asked.
finding him was deemed to be a cousins’ task
we knew he was in the sunflower field probably taking...

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O.K. here is what happened. Went for dinner at neighborhood C.B. and ordered my usual.Waitress new to the game immediately brought our tea with our...

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He had a master’s degree in English literature,
to speak in an ostentatious style was his nature,
the elegance excelled, that was what he’d ensure,
an acumen he...

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He whispered to her, "I love you so"
She smiled at him, "Yes, I know"
I call that some king size bull crap
Making him feel like such...

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I was browsing a comic book
in the store yesterday,
surprised to find superheroes
obsessed with being gay??
Now this seemed rather strange to me
because I understood
comics are power...

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Their rock

I’m supposed to be their rock
To always protect them, everyday
To be the father type of rock
To make sure they’re ok

On the days I first...

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There was once a man who never had a  for a year
He was fine other than a big fat belly full of crap
Myself its...

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The game started a long time ago
In the dark recess of unsure times
On the board of wasteland unknown
With quicksand pierced by cactus.

The sky filled with...

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I have a son who is so stupid that I want to give him a slap.
He wanted hushpuppies and I said "We got no time...

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Super Bowel Half Time Rap Crap 

Whole super bowel half time rap,
Was really a  total bunch of crap;
Will not care;
A sad affair;
Resulting in ...

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I've started my stand-by diet: a few different fruits each day,
and having repeated it time and again, I feel qualified to say
apples, unless of a...

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With a mag called POETRY, I spent time
Hoping to find verses sublime and sage
And for all I read, not two words that rhymed
Just chopped up...

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I want to write a poem about crap
What is crap?
Is it something you discard?
Is it part of yourself or is it from outer space?
Did you...

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One thousand, eight hundred and twenty-three
That's a crap load of poems I've scribed
Still got that many and a whole bunch more
You might think I silently...

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why is everything falling apart?
  why is time going so slow?
    why is it nothing will go right?
i cant handle this...

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