Dexter Poems - Poems about Dexter

Decollating dolls is what Dexter did He has done it since he was a young kid Hid these doll heads in a box beside the pond Or buried them deep into grandma’s mowed lawn. When her dolls were beheaded, Susie was weirded out. She knew it was her brother, Dexter, as she began her pout. He never admitted it, laughing at...

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Dexter John, baby calf was tuckered, he had been playing all day. He laid down in the Kansas grass, brown enough to be harsh hay. His fifteen-year-old human cousins picked him up without a peep. Placed him in a green wheelbarrow, comfortable enough to sleep. His mother was comfortable resting her teats for a little while The sun came out...

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A** cat ...

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He got a dexter bull for hire at Kent, And served him with a letter of intent; That he stopped on a dime, And asked for overtime, He made a bad bull of the assignment....

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Dexter has a dark uncontrollable need to take human life. He's a serial killer psycho path most certified, but innocents need not fear dark dreaming Dexter. He satisfies his bloodlust by only killing other killers. He channels his darkness where he believes it will do the most good, eliminating predators who victimize innocents in his neighborhood. He's not trying to be...

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Gently he walks in tall silently, you know he wants to talk deeply as soon as his thoughts are nursed swiftly he then starts to converse unlike before sincerely through his words he's been through a lot that's the reason behind him sharing his thoughts, words, experience & all gradually he's confessing his thoughts of...

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