Defecates Poems - Poems about Defecates

...I have a friend who beats his chest Who thinks he's tough, an ego blessed He goes out clubbing, club in hand Neanderthal romance, clubber lang. He drinks banana daiquiris by the bowl Expe......

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...“You are most elegantly composed, so cleverly penned”” The poem breaks wind. “Will others notice the wisdom I have poured into you?” The poem begins to rummage in a kitchen drawer. “You are the p......

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...The money machine eats youth, life and spontaneity, beauty, and above all, creativity. It eats quality, and defecates quantity.......

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...IT REEKS ANEW by JOHN M. ARRIBAS When a Cow Defecates Onto the Grazing Field There Is a Stench, That All Miasmic Odors Yield But Given Some Time the Weathering Will Seal And the Original Di......

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...He looks ... Once more The wide, weathered barn door Tilts … To the wind Its hinges broken … Rusted It will never close again Doesn’t matter A small, solitary swallow Flees from the shad......

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...1. Your few dents don’t join to form a rabble I am still in growth, talking in babbles not bad to be a hen and a sparrow still much needed by me, a straight arrow from the two sides, the good sti......

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...rain reciprocate wind inhaled gas nourishes alveoli leaves give air of life bull defecates believe in......

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...It started the 8th of June moving away from too familiar into too alien, finding no sane oasis between. Vibrant greens relentlessly fade to wilting monoculturing drought. Brown patches emerge......

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...Reality lies sandwiched between fantasy and faith. But the existence of hope allows for uncertainty. Authority looms in black, with its rigid arms outstretched. And swallowing human r......

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...The Unwelcome Visitor By Elton Camp As a visitor, he’s the very worst At the prospect, I silently cursed We don’t want to be around him He’s coming again, confound him His demeanor is a......

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...Is the occultist aware she’s daring, That she carries the shadiest orifice? No. She just defecates and scars remain. Akin to the likes of an unmarketable comedian: passion on one side, narcissism o......

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...Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's forehead. Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance Floor boards moan a song of......

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...Can I not live? Just live. Just live and breathe And appreciate, not my life, but life. Walk beneath the stormy skies and see the clouds And smile at the moon. She always appreciates She reassu......

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