Get Off My Back Poems - Poems about Get Off My Back

Strange gap in the world’s back window, Where you went, nobody seems to know. Scraped off the glass but the awkward gap shows where you used to be; The chipped paint they tried to erase never could be removed completely. They only see you for what isn’t here – Children, a spouse, friends, or a career, And so as a...

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Get the monkey off your back, But be kind to an ape; Though it takes the lice away, It might bite your nape. In the night the tormentor Turns into worst nightmare; Instead of dreaming of success, You feel like in the lion's lair. The wounds are created By the hassle haunting you; Let losses turn into gains,...

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Lately the devil has me in his despicable sights, Things go well, then he sends an unpleasant plight. So I’m doubling my prayers to throw him off track, And let God be the one to get him off my back....

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TO GET IT OFF MY BACK (TO LIVE) To get it off my back, I write about this and that. To get it off my back, I write about life. To get it off my back! To escape mania To destroy the voice To defend my rightful mindedness from evil discourse, I write about the lunacy of the Courts. To get it off...

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Washing and drying Folding and clothing Scooping and dumping Hustling and bustling. I follow my routine Each tuesday, thursday and friday Getting all the chores done On rare occassion one is saved for tomorrow. Yet, your never satisfied You try to throw off my pattern Adding new things that don't swing While you make empty threats That I ain't buying. You may bark all you want, But you don't...

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in me you found it all just call i am your wall will be there if you fall and thats a fact put that on your love rack i will give you too the SHIRT OFF MY BACK...

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With no more monkey To rid of my back, Lighter, Freer, Flying, With no more threat of the evil ‘tis easier to last, when there’s no attack. Without the call, Heeded when the siren sings, Happier, Gayer, Younger, Without a betraying thought, ‘tis easy to turn away when the last call rings. And with no more gray Without fighting to see the light, Seeing, Hearing, Being, Without hiding my face, ‘tis easy to live again, when you finally...

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