Long Acidly Poems

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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name...

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Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite...

induces idyllic reverie
delight evoking similar surge,
when skirting, and eluding 
fidelity defining the marital law
on par with courting in flagrante delicto.

After reading about 
Greek goddess of love
fancy notion woke whereof
warmth suffused me
snug as...

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1. Not thrown out of the show business
every year’s good and never less
my age placed in his mind’s steerage
I’m down to prove he won’t manage
it is no different loving him
I'm older but with the same...

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am the one that you corruptly and acidly destroyed I once a country of success and national prosperity hub educational champion, but you politicians ruined me. I was meant to benefit everyone living in me,...

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Teachers, Teachers.
Teachers Teach us.
They give us speeches and praise us like Jesus
But they're not holy, swag.
They cater solely, for themselves;So selfish. 
Some are rude and crabby;So shellfish.
There are fat teachers, black teacherswhite teachers, nice teachersmean...

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while playboy hallucination at my male member does yank
key mud hood dill, where reality doth usually tank
with muss elf feeling prick 
   sans figurative or real shaft shank

   quite the opposite...

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Oh where is the city which I would adore,
As much as this heaven; the bacchic galore?
Oh where on the planet would acidly wine,
Be worshiped and titled: “Oh honey of mine!”?

There is tiny stream that riches...

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Emerald shiny baubles
attract wizard eyes ...
Balaam al-Oz
Assyrian acquisitions
be kryptonite-colored vanity
Ownership is an Alexandrian transaction,
a Grecian war rhetoric reaction
Gehazi greedy ... 
take all that your Philistine soul see,
as much as your twelve fingers can reach
Sennacherib eyes...

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And as early dusk usually  finds me wandering,
In a secret garden to relish my own private feast
Leaving our hearth... distanced from togetherness
Would you still love me?

Vagrant these moods, carefree then insolent
That  gentle arms...

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Where I grew
I felt a cert
that with hair so "ging-eh"
Touch would be revulsion.

So at pitch black 1
when they'd hassled me "You're late"
and the lift was blown off for bad behaviour.
The quick footsteps
grabs, snares, gropes, sniffs...

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I cornered a fed-up knave 
On the subject of The Treasures God gave,
Which Nature had fought to save
Between Open Hill and Concealed Cave
And he acidly began to rave
At the wrongs men crave
And at their will...

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