Fug Poems - Poems about Fug

...As a war on life intesifys the land of Britian must soon decide.' How and what they'll put inside; their bodies.' That their earth and farmers provide.' Will it be earwigs? Or potatoes and beef? To......

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...I'll write you all a recipe, For peace and harmony, Be content in your own company, Worse things than single, you see, Smile at happy memories, We'll bake peace cakes for thee, Take some kindne......

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...[Pictured above… My actual coffee mug] Well, I poured myself a gin And I sploshed some tonic in And some lemon and some ice So it slipped down really nice If it gave my brain a squiggle ......

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...1. The Welkin Wind blows / clouds race / vast blue sky Breeze tugs / trees sway / great green hills Sun scourged / sand glares / small white beach Skip stones / thoughts nag / min......

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...It's the resolution graveyard for those good intentions, cursed, opening hours from New year's day to February first. Here's a pile of treadmills, dumbbells stacked up near the gate, abandoned ......

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...Haunted and motionless sounds. Creaking sounds of the wooden door, Howling of the wolf's Haunted sounds of mysterious creatures Dry and thirsty for human blood and life Sudden fug and cool b......

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...I stand with my back pressed to the wall Arms out preventing that fall Whilst pale fingers spider towards the corner As inner thoughts crash tackle my hold on the brittle mortar Winds rush by to ......

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...Patiently waiting in a line eyeballed an wary harsh barking of subterranean cultures standing weary and inured to the rotten fug the rotten oxygen inside the high walls and wire, the weight......

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.... The emperor rises in murk and fug like a foul mood, glares and gazes at the bloodied arena below. The savage screams and blood-curdling shrieks of the blood-thir......

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...Amid the savage screams and blood-curdling shrieks of the blood-thirsty mob, the emperor rises in murk and fug like a foul mood, glares and gazes down ......

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...The Id went walking, The Ego was talking, The Super-Ego cried, "Stop!" The Libado said, "Ah, come on when its done scream halt." The Id went searching, The Ego was smiling, the Super-......

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