Long Baddie Poems

From ashes of Sokovia, a twin sister rose,
With powers of chaos and psionic flows,
Wanda they called her, tethered spirit unfurled,
As women before her, she reckoned this world. 

Her pain born of loss, and hurt tragedy,
Fueled...

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Goodness gracious me,
How can it be,
The ant leader
Posted that by decree,
I was a traitor,
And he
Would pass punishment
I could foresee
What was in store
Had to sit and steady my
Nerves with beer shandy.


It was a very hot day,
Thirty-eight...

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“STANDARDS”

Let’s talk about the standards of the general society,
And not just society, the beliefs, normalizations and false norms believed by variety,
We live in a new world now whereas being your most authentic self is not...

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THE ARTIST 

An artist from the city of Rangoon
Wanted to paint the crater's of the moon 
Packed canvas, brush and paint
Told his wife who did faint
Then he took off in a hot air balloon.

THE SCIENTIST

A...

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nice little things~
good little things
that go please
in the light

 bad little things~
wrong little things
that go taking
in the night

 only the righteous~
only the bad
who is left in between

because good little things
can't see with out
a night light

and...

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I look about this merry gloom
Thoughtless, fat and slim.
Remembering but half a tune
I'd lost my will to win.

'Give up thy Eric Idle, son.'
I heard a whisper mutter.
And sitting up inside my head
Knew this was not...

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What did you do in the war daddy?
Where did you fight, and who did you kill?
Were you a goody, or were you a baddie?
Did you join up against your will?

Or did you join to fight...

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There’s young girls and women
All frantically slimming
Perhaps they’re all seeking a mate

But blokes around here
Full of burgers and beer
Are ugly or well overweight

They wear their beer goggles
And when their mind boggles
They ask some old trout...

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SUPERMAN?

“POW!; “SPLATT!” say the speech bubbles
In the Superman cartoon
As our hero zaps the baddie
And zooms off round the moon.

>b>Tick tock goes the clock
As he swishes through the air.
And the hands have scarcelyticked a tock
Before he’s...

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I don’t dream often, but I dream of Jeanie,
the only one who ever touched my Nadi.
I met her bathing in the Irrawaddy.
You’d classify her as an in-betweenie,
but looking pretty hot in that bikini!
She got me...

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