Fag Poems - Poems about Fag

...Newness she walks slow I sit on a bench waiting for her in cracks I see the beginning of newness among *** butts office worker sits here when there is a break today is sunny I face ......

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...Any Sunday 2015 Long is Sunday, empty streets a tunnel of silence, damp pavement, water trickles into gutters. Burnt matches, *** butts and yesterday's leave forms a rust brown dike, it bu......

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...Dependence Looking out of the window at the doctor's waiting room his receptionist had gone outside for a smoke she wore black underwear under a white nylon dress Faux pas?  What do I care, wh......

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...Where the white gnaws a brook, black Ash trees sink waist high in a smoking frost. My coat is a rook's shadow. I need to thaw a fumed silhouette, warm my breath from old body embers. A......

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...the dilemma a man walking home from work through the Olivera noticed a group of hanged men, who when alive, had argued about the price of aceite The devil, that had caused this, sat on a fe......

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...Form the habit of using a bag: Along the road hide your ugly rag, About the contents of the bag brag, Ready to lies and arguments drag Or would you like Nasty Tongues to wag: The Press you would......

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...It is time to get fresh America, to be plucked wriggling out of that shining sea, a fresh baked humanity, moon-beam buckled. Pass no more pay-day-loans into the purses of the pawn-shopping poor, ......

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...I think smoking is quite funny, Stuck in the mouth, like a dummy Smoke billowing out from the *** After every single drag Eyes get tired from the smoke You cough so much you nearly choke Tobacc......

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...Litter here, litter there Piles of litter everywhere. Bins half empty or piled high Too much packaging in supply. Plastic, paper, metal cans Liquid spillage in sea and lands. Waters full of......

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...The Day After Christmas It’s the day after Christmas and all round the gaff Lay the wrappings from presents, both splendid and naff. Bottles upended and glasses o......

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...I am not sure when I was given the Gift of the Gab, I know my brother was first to take it out of the bag, As soon as he was able to grab. It took me longer to take a peek into the bag, But wh......

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...three hundred thousand unsmoked fags since i took the plunge and stopped i did it cold turkey mates, suffered as my nicci levels plunged and dropped. no nicci patches, no nicci chewing gum, ......

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...Many times on my couch I lie In a vacant mind or pensive drift Wondering and pondering Why the thought of my mom Doesn’t go off my busy mind; Ever after she is no more Is it ‘cause of b......

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...Not all tongue that wag You dishonorably gag … Of course not that of my Neighbor Which assigned to itself Christ’s Labor For it doesn’t behind lag And will ever out ***, While demolishing kni......

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...every tap and scratch of chalk upon the blackboard every tick tock tick tock of the classroom clock every bored yawn, restless fidget, impatient sigh these were... every reprimand for running......

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