Crude Poems - Poems about Crude

He heard that the zoo was for sale; a donkey and tiger he'd 'nail': 'I want' - to the lass - 'your pussy and ass!' (And that's why he's banged up in jail...)...

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For yer supper, vindaloo, hop to the music doing a poo, toilets are crowded, yer tummy is mush, bang the doors and plead with 'em, 'Rush.' Drop yer pants and let it go, paper's all gone (but yet you don't know), fearing the soap is now missing too, yes? Well, jus' saying...You're in a mess! ...

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Bananas and cucumbers find a place in the dirtiest mind. Is losing her cherry to courgettes a worry? Who knows but one's up her behind......

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I fought to stay like wood On where I had long stood Concerning 'who is crude'. And who's rather the rude Which of the two is good? Both sides could make one brood, Wake up with aches and fluid. The crude's manners are nude, The Rude betrays bad mood. To the World he's The Shrewd, Whose views are not pooh-poohed... But who can near his food? I...

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Pieces of broken glass. Slow tears in a broken heart. Insipid vows. Doubtful romance! I am on the brink. I adore loving. But dread sorrow. I endure crude agony. Being far off your sway. However, I am terrified. that could serve me. Written: June 18, 2022...

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Wispy, striated clouds Across the pale blue sky Revealed by the sun proud Who is low now, not high Across the pale blue sky A swallow dips and dives Who is low now, not high Closer to earth, survives A swallow dips and dives Catches those bugs for food Closer to earth survives Feeding young, though its crude With live bugs as young wait Catches those bugs...

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There was a time we were independent, exporting energy out to the world. Natural gas helped make us ascendant, before the energy plan was unfurled. Clean coal is indeed oxymoronic, but our technology, better than most. Nuclear probably is the world's tonic; solar won't get you a night on the coast. Shutting down pipelines, pleading with Saudis, suspending drilling on government land… With these pump...

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The feeling-cheated Igbo of Nigeria Now judges her a worse malaria, To keep celebrating Donald Trump While bemoaning his angering dump … But plans he to start smiling at Biden, For one should often one’s options widen, When at stake is life-transforming Crude oil, With huge pipes channeling it to far-off soil. The Fast-choking-with-anger Igbo Might start an emergency Judo For an ending of his...

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Holding it in as long as I possibly could [Wouldn’t want to stink up my neighborhood] So, I hurriedly ran to a nearby park And, surrounded by sweet-smelling flowers I let it rip! No one was near to hear me But the sound was ear-splitting, I tell you, And when it comes to farts, mine was a doozy So, I hurried...

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I maintain we are rude Not only when our manners are crude, Determinedly wolf down our food, Our dressing hopelessly nude, Publicly start a feud, Into others affairs intrude, Keep laughing as others brood But also when others are in a meditative mood And have up stood And we are still sitting down Like one waiting for a cup of coffee, chocolate brown!...

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As I didn't realize that I lived just a dream in the form of a nightmare, so then I held on a nonexistent future... ...

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From Far sky Falling down The brightest star By crude frustration On alone ground; Silent fire Lost in Feet! 14.06.2020 **** On the sadistic immature death of Sushant Singh Rajput (21 January 1986 – 14 June 2020) , Bollywood Star...

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Yesterday, Yes. May, 1956, The liquid black gold formed the beginning of greatness In Oloibiri and later in the entire Niger Delta communities. Today, we are drinking from the rivers polluted by oil spillage, Many of us regret being a mortal in our ancestral homes, Because of your nurtured, fertilized, and perpetrated damages. You Kill, Sure. You oppress, But why? Forcefully you suppress, You pauperize, Openly. Yes....

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In matters of paintings and choice of food, your taste and mine are just as good. Picasso, Da Vinci, spicy taco, broccoli To each his own, to each his mood. No one's chic or classy, gross or crude!...

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A Shrewd While Rude and Crude Dude Matt Whitaker for sure. As can be, Whitaker has really been shrewd, And we should toss in lewd as well as crude; In came; Brain lame; An ignorant, inept and outright dumb dude. Jim Horn My analysis of Whitaker before his hearing which ain't too good....

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