Fisticuff Poems - Poems about Fisticuff

...Dreams in the Bunk By Sy Roth An aching tired eats away, Slurping at his soul Yearning wakefulness from the darkness. He heaved. Sigh in a soft world of crimson-waving flowers Dancing a......

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...A feint attempt to stab myself... quickly found the missus ready to faint Like a madman possessed by mailer daemon lemme acquaint ye with the following verse, I will bepaint momentary horror, ......

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... Neural toxin transmission ... duel exhaust verbal emission Cold hearted con-fusion engine, fisticuff fuel injection tension Hope asphyxiation accelerator ... bad brakes, karma cras......

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...“FAKE” Dread Locked Dumpster Diver Not by choice this average bonehead configured Earthlinked Bozo went kicking, and screaming into refuse bin naturally (no questions asked, ......

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... You and yours don’t like me and mine Me and mine don’t like you and yours What my people do, your people don’t flag approve What your people say, my people yawn at insomnia news Wh......

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...breeding frenzied jawboning nastiness, rock'm sock'm vermin zealously, dizzying hordes kickstart outrageous trampling, xMen busting displays, heralding luminary pastoral times, Xing Bethle......

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...I taught my ex to fight a bit, she'd shape up and throw punches quick, when we had an argument, she would jump up throwing punches thick, sortof broke me up to see, some fisticuff 4 me .........

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...In the funky train, All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff; As the crumpled greenback hand-out cough, The law has nothing to handcuff, Maneuvering on the sloppy storey hill A frantic da......

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...The nation is very rich indeed But, Wounded out of loss direction; Wounded out of lack of ambition, Weeping out of lack of impulse; Wounded out of lack of imagination, Ingeniously exhu......

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...When I was young I had a bad temper. As mean as a dog you could not make me whimper. Fighting back then was more like a game. Even when you fought you were friends just the same. Something......

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...The Trojan of our heroic struggle The heroic struggle against chains Which beckons with pains That tends to make us insane For we are already stained As they offer us disdain Nowhere but in th......

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