Lackeys Poems - Poems about Lackeys

...Rats in the cellar, squirrels in the tree, things aren't the same as they used to be. When I left for school with my li'l lunch pail, I didn't expect a penguin to swallow a whale. Such an inj......

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...Trapped on a raft headed straight toward the falls Unable to jump without drowning then mauled The current unyielding the banks close but far New crafts sit there waiting as destiny gnarrs ......

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...We are tired of enduring the odious cult paid to the lackeys of Françafrique. This situation is becoming intolerable. It is deeply humiliating to see mediocre and alienated ******* running the ba......

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... ....When she gets bored of Mr. Slick and wants to have real fun. You win some you lose some Newssome. You abuse some, misuse funds, talk about appropriations, self donations, ina......

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...This is a poem written by my mother, under her, "nom de plume", Genevieve St. Cyr. The mechanical bird covered with diamonds, sings only waltzes until the insides give way, and the sound of ......

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...This is my modern English translation of a French poem by Voltaire, one of my all-time favorite writers. The poem is followed by two translations of epigrams by Voltaire. Les Vous et Les Tu (“You,......

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...Lame lyrics of lost love penned by sweatered sirens deep as divots, shallow as puddles Doesn’t teenage angst get old by the time you’re thirty? I’d think so, yet the lackeys lap it up like maple s......

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... Double-edge sword in a war of attrition Slack-jacket Tony on a one-man mission White-coat lackeys gather ‘round to hear We’re in the business of fear: Shoot ‘em up boys shoot ‘em ......

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...The Czar’s happily fawning sycophants, Threw flattery onto him like a cloak. Marched in his rallies like S.S. ants. Lackeys, bootlicks, and lickspittles. Ain’t no joke! Surrounded him with comp......

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...Where’s the tweeting? I have heard, From POTUS, not a single word. It’s really quite a lovely change – My pressure’s in the normal range. Not lies to set my blood to boil; No barbs from which......

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...Giants and grandeur, the paltry cannot bear In their defamation, they will write and repair Atop the high horse, they brag and blare But end up lackeys stripped of flair!......

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...The White House harbors an orange traitor Benedict Donald, science-hater He never met a fact He didn't try to whack This prick puts the 'dick' in Dictator! The obtuse ogre of petty poses Has ......

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...I Came To the Medina Looking for my Palestina Baby my Baby Where are you? Still under the rubbles? Still alive my Diva Oh my Devina! The Highways robbers, The snitch, the pimps of the Dol......

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...Just Now, I Started To Feel... All Stopped Up With Writer's Block Thus lack any idea about what to type out until aye reach the end, and even then cannot make any promises (pro......

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...You slithering obsession; You creeping vine, wrapped round progressive centuries, Til kings and rebels and dreaming men Become as lackeys, Following your trailing, withered leaves. You visit m......

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