Disruptive Poems - Poems about Disruptive

Disruptive Don could not get along With the fake folks who wish to prolong The failing notions And crazy potions Of governmental plans proven wrong...

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I was first picked up In a cast-off shop in Liverpool; Surrounded by racks of seasoned shirts Bearing names of old soldiers. “Draper” draped on an immature frame In a collage of brown and green, Overlapping and enveloping Any semblance of a past self. Baby-faced and militant, The paradoxical camo in an urban warzone. Slogans painted from shoulder to shoulder In pungent, nuclear-white bathroom...

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Mama becomes a baker disrupting our day Now we have to get dressed ourselves without pay It is good experience she says with a teensy bit of wit. I am not excited about it, I liked being babied a bit. She is jiving and grooving, dancing around the kitchen. Throwing in new ingredients – seaweed, lime and a lichen. I like...

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A most disruptive sleep - psyche violently pummeled Upon awakening earlier today (May 26th, 2020) felt utterly fatigued without fail tormenting dreams found yours truly jangled, harried and frenzied across broadscale valiant effort to remain awake exerted to no avail. Exhaustion pounded noggin on par seeking Holy Grail akin to punishing, pounding, and piercing clangorous din unstoppable even after hypothetically downing entire bottle of Excedrin recourse I would never resort, cuz...

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The internet providers grin We are at home locked in Their gadgets stuck in China They think their disruption is minor Security checks your temperature Offering you a sanitizer adventure China makes everything you need Except your staple feed World Bank and IMF help more, the political core Offshore accounts to fatten more We are ready for vaccine trials now The stronger our fields to plow...

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A whole is normally the sum of all of its parts Cept in politics, stumps even us most clever bards All rules are out the window The world is in limbo We'll soon come to our senses and this era disregard...

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And when I think of passing things, Each in a link of endless flings... How time moves on with a quick blur, Where once upon a time stray slur... When space finds void in poise and choice, In a colloid of airy voice... Where when and how merge distant spheres, As here finds now habits of fear... To notice late that forlorn feel, The...

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