Inbred Poems - Poems about Inbred

When I tell people that my name is Justin Bred, they think that I'm a hick with no brain in my head. Everybody who I know thinks that I'm married to my sister. When they see us together, they ask why they've never seen me kiss her. When people hear my name, they falsely accuse me of incest. Because of...

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Red is sunset and sunrise, sky splashed with red wine. Red is hot flames, lava, coals in fire and molten metal gleaming. Red is soft rose petals, cherries, lips, ripe tomatoes, raspberries and rosy complexion of cheeks. Red is lusty hot, devilish, tempting and sinful. Red is blood flowing, oozing from fissures, pulsing and throbbing, gushing out. Red is...

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Luck 'tis said lies bobbling in Guinness head The more you savor, the more luck you spread With songs, banter, tales and jokes Better done by Irish folks Born to lilt a story, laughter inbred....

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I went and got myself a loaf of bread When I went home I put it up and went to bed Early in the morning I went to get something to eat I saw something moving under a sheet I lifted it up and I couldn't believe what I've seen Two pieces of bread that were very unclean I yelled at...

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You call the police on my son You pull a knife, he has a gun You call my wife a tramp, I call you a loser I drive an Escort, you drive a junked up Cruiser I ask my wife what's for dinner, she says slop We are inbred white trash cream of the crop...

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