Degenerates Poems - Poems about Degenerates

...Immortal mind, my ghost follows my every move. Intercepted thoughts, clearheaded internal function. Machines roam this world, time of the metal mind, loss of human conscience, Elon Musk taking ove......

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...Across the ocean The abnormal is normalized There, where perverts lose shame, Coming out of the closet, putrid degeneracy seeks renown, unashamedly, sensuality is stuffed on your throat. b......

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...Creeping tendrils, fungal cordyceps, grabbing hamstrings by the bone, Stunting pain in muscled biceps, stretch as if they work alone. No matter far nor long I run, no matter time, not record, Co......

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...CONSEQUENCES ephemeral plumes drifts across a flaming sky in an aimless gentility   degenerates  into  ostentatious    still life of wilting  concerns populated by undermined iron......

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...S/he wonders why when we breathe in our left sides feel right mind dominant when our rights inside feel LeftBrain capital deviated, Dysfunctional disappointing disharmonious sad and lonely......

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...I need you to sing the straight white male lead in Phantom of Our Opera as a Catch-22 steed. I don't sing with wit and I won't dance without it. If that's a no, but hard for you to show, ......

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...Finally one day the old man Will behave like a baby Will cry like a baby Will stumble like a baby Will become sick like a baby Will become weak like a baby Will become helpless like a baby But......

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...The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem Old English Poem (i.e., Anglo-Saxon Poem) from the Exeter Book, ca. 990 AD loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch He who gr......

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...The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem - Part II anonymous Old English Poem from the Exeter Book, circa 990 AD loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch He who grant......

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...Mabel Jones and her four kids, Tyrese, Sheldon, Christopher, and Myriah (each with different fathers) went to church every Sunday, and the kids attended bible school five days a week in the summertim......

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...The rancorous people There is a country we are not allowed to mention lest we are banned and silenced if telling the truth. Once they were an oppressed people who by default got a country of......

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...He was a cousin that was more of a brother Always so grown as if he knew better So broken his focus always in the stars Dealing with his demons running with cars I helped raise and teach him th......

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...Winter Awakens My Care anonymous Middle English poem, circa 1300 loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Winter awakens all my care as leafless trees grow bare. For now my sighs a......

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...If there were persons I'd like too punch Corbyn, that Labour bunch I clench my fist and crunch when I hear those lousy blunts Jo Swinson and Lib Dems psychological degenerates backward thinki......

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...The air I breathe is polluted with sins. This is my world where men become monsters as they start to kill my home that I’m trying to build. The fire eats the forest, slowly degenerates, the l......

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