Dreck Poems - Poems about Dreck

...Civilization is crumbling The Huns are at the gates I don't know what we're becoming, But I sure hope that it waits The children are talking backwards The leaders are talking in tongues The f......Read the rest...

...because … you say I for me that is why my breath buoys your lungs why the dim depth of my eye measures yours reflected tentacular thoughts wrapping strangulating spattering what’s left ......Read the rest...

...While rifling through outdated poems of mine some written quite a number of years ago, the following mewing effort, I decided to post for all purring cyber surfers linkedin to the webbed, wide w......Read the rest...

...The garbage thrown in the sea pollutes the deep blue ocean as waves drive back to humans the dreck, scrap, and waste.......Read the rest...

...I used to be ashamed to say that I once wrote for a rather large company, the kind the likes to print up greeting cards, and for some reason, make Christmas movies. Now this caused much conster......Read the rest...

...We live in this world as if we own this place We behave as if we are the masters of our fate We talk, we walk , we act like kings But every day, every single moment We are make aware of our bit ......Read the rest...

...Pain in the ass devoid of dreck inapropos poetic material what the heck more unbearable than crick in neck shiver me timbers, I feel like total wreck the (see) Edmund Fitzgerald, si?. Spasmodi......Read the rest...

...63VW Bug Domed Home $300 Empty Wallet, Waved in Greeting Others "Bugged", DIY Toolin' Schoolin', Leakin' Carb Fixit, Installed & Tighten', Fired Her Up & Look It, Engine Lit & Smokin', Act Fa......Read the rest...

...Immeasurable maturation profoundly transformed thy Shana Punim within whose corporeal femininity gravitas resonates and doth hum whose unbelievable transition, now follows the beat of her own dr......Read the rest...

...That poor old woman who loved her food was tender to my heart. Despite the fact she ate pure junk and cancer lost her spark. But my dear heart was ever true and I was quite enamored. And I kn......Read the rest...

...I. e., this unfortunate mere erred reflection, aye re: zine (pronounced Syne), cuz you Matthew Scott Harris act like an old curmudgeon, does nothing but whine... ......Read the rest...

...While constipation kept me in arrears, asper daily writing, thus ordinarily straight forward practiced process culling material, (a daily endeavor generally mastered by you......Read the rest...

...After being amply lathered from head to toe, aye ya eye ya eye ya eye, and without fail (gluteus maximus unloads a dump, as predictably happens like clockwork orange ......Read the rest...

...this alteh kocker nostalgically reflects being ma late mama's boytchik (now, she long since deceased, whose cremated remains of day scattered to all points on compass) fond......Read the rest...

...He tipped his hat and he said to her: “Ma’am, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Can you kindly tell me why those whores are out, has no one taught those girls a lick of sense?” She chuckled......Read the rest...