Get The Sack Poems - Poems about Get The Sack

...He began a voyage to a land afar, But on every step in his journey, he shrunk. He wanted to go to a far distant star, But soon diminished to the size of a skunk. He climbed up on a slippery ......Read the rest...

...Listen, my dear guys, I meet two little mice , ......Read the rest...

... Quetzalcoatl, Moloch, NASA, SkyNet, poisonous satellites in pink and green, roam The Earth, raining reversed Rockets of the bloody fountain Discord of the Deep hordes,- reins......Read the rest...

..."If one has no planned destination - One can never be lost" ~~The Poet~~ It was in the early winter when the frost had come before the snow. That’s the time that we would see him, with his happy......Read the rest...

...The soldier let out a wounded sigh, And tried hard not to cry. The battlefield was now bloody, And thanks to a torrential rain, it was quite muddy. It all started with his deployment to Iraq. ......Read the rest...

...A rewrite. It's been a long cold dark lonely winter Since you went away I live in limbo And torture myself every single day The sun used to shine my way But now turns the other way A shadow ......Read the rest...

...By my side is the dog I'm his space to rest and dream safely A gift I give willingly (The dog suggested I sack off counting syllables because I have to get up for work)......Read the rest...

...Against the backdrop of a leaden sky, where dreams lie shattered, Beneath the heavy burden of pain, with echoes in sacred silences, I lay down verses at dusk, where words are lost to the wind, A s......Read the rest...

...Galley slave to obsessive compulsive disordered behavior announces... Fore score minus xv orbitz ago from being centenarian strong contractions forced me to pass thru cervix, buck naked bare l......Read the rest...

... In the shadows of my half-waked condition of terra firma- patronus renditioned, I mudder into your soil, snorkel into your swamp of inlet tributary, a flagellum personae , prosopopoeia explorae ......Read the rest...

...Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks... studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe My utmost humblest apology for inducing the following cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium, but ......Read the rest...

... In the still of the night, spectro-gramming the hot utter of air, filtered by laser strainer- it has become a scale for judgment scaled by tier a black hole of sin in my pocket, a p......Read the rest...

...Each morning we’d sweep up words, and shove them under rugs, or coffee tables. Some words escaped to the garden, where they poisoned the peach tree. Paint on shell-shocked walls blistered, th......Read the rest...

...The Spectre of sex appeal by Salvador Dali 1934 On the right-hand bottom side, we see Dalí as a child, dressed as a sailor, observing his monstrosity I misunderstand, tell what is the plan As ......Read the rest...

... What? Bomb Palestinian women and children Because Hamas and Cheese are hiding In people’s basements like a sack of potatoes, Moldy boxes, and dirt? Wait! Hamas is down there They’re everyw......Read the rest...