Long Clorox Poems

Wuhan flu of twenty twenty was it a biochemical warfare attack
was it because someone in China was hungry for a raw bat
Without warning the world, China let it spread far and wide
was China silent for...

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Not-So-Heroic Couplets
by Donald Trump
care of Michael R. Burch 

To outfox the pox: 
kill yourself first, with Clorox!

And since death is the goal, 
mainline Lysol! 

No vaccine?
Just chug Mr. Clean!

Is a cure out of reach?
Fumigate your...

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(alternately titled: tongue in cheek humor
cuz the following hyperbole
from this pencil necked baby boomer
without intent to badmouth,
nor start unfounded rumor,
who chalks, i.e. attributes gobbledygook
to funny bone tumor).

Impossible mission maneuvering around
soiled clothes pile
floor to ceiling humongous...

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For years, those homegrown scents have been stuck in my head.                        ...

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It's my body, and I'll cry if I want to!
Lie if I want to!
Die if I want to!
You might die too if I come near you.

No vaccine pricks my skin. 
Absolute is my right 
to...

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Stomped down reprogrammed
I like eggs  don't like ham
Spam have to be turkey sized
Milk down buttered based biscuits rose high down size

Chopped phones all lies
Recorded conversations tripped up tap sized
Revised 
Stem down legacy

Clorox germs toxicology
Results...

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Today I cleaned a clogged drain pipe.
It sounds nasty but not really.
This often happen in the country
where kitchen run off goes 
to a French drain.
You cap the end and put 
hot water in with a...

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THE LORD IS LIKE COTTON HE IS THE FABRIC OF MY LIFE HE KEEPS ME WARM HE 
COMFORTS ME!

THE LORD IS LIKE CLOROX HE CLEANS YOU UP AND MAKES YOU WHITE AS SNOW.

THE LORD IS...

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I Bathed My Body
Perfumed My Soul
Body and Soul – All Aglow

I Washed My Mind
Prepared My Heart
Made Grime and Crime Depart

 … I’m As Pure, As An Impure-Girl Can Be
I’m Clean, As Far As The Eye...

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Was Samoa better off without


The missionaries coming to save us


Oh enslave us to leave our roots


To submit to their god


Because we were savages


That ate humans


But didn't Europeans eat humans too


Yet we have mixed their infected...

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She crawls out of her skin, folding it on bath water
                        ...

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Brangelina, the quasar, came to a motel
Of a small Cambodian village 
Where smog was spread all over.
As they entered their room
They felt abodaroma infesting the room.
As they looked down to the floor
There were shoop stains...

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without moving anything but my eyes I see
a mouse pad, computer, power cord, phone
fork, knife, spoon, half eaten chunk of meatloaf
stapler, scissors, Clorox wipes
Jason Reynolds and Ibram X Kendi’s books Stamped
 
without leaving my seat...

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Walking through the streets of my home town 
Reaching for the  Memories of days long passed
Seeing nothing of what I once knew 
Accepting the fact 
That I can never go back
To the time when...

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Began so promising
As thoughts of a new year approached
Some called it a year of new beginnings and clarity
That 20/20 vision of sorts

Unknown and foreign
You found your origins in a faraway land
Yet soon enough, you would...

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This silent heave grows much too thin
when this dreary night is ripped by transient stars
and black fire.  I bleed, bleed and rake
like if I never belonged to a world 
now made from recycled
apathy---piles of...

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Diane Perna
BURNT TEARS


I remember a tormented childhood with
Dad’s words laced with poison and Mom 
tossed acid on my tears by saying no words
to stop it and even joined it.

I remember that even though I was...

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I haven't washed my dishes or changed my cat litter,
Roaches cloud my conciousness,
Will I get roaches?
Cause once they infest you,
They're like a cancer,
Faces that don't smile,
Friends with deconstructive criticism,
Deconstructing one's sense of self,
As they infest...

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Strum the strings of that ukulele. 
Whistle a tune I've never heard.

The music in my head is ruined-
by the sounds of drunkards puking
and old men courting younger ladies.

I am the Blues.
Take me places my mind...

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"Just how long have you believed the
            wasps have it in for you?"...    my psych therapist

He must be new in the...

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How can you sit there and not know what's going on.
I don't blame your action, you just speend too much time on the phone.
I'm not in your buisness, I just want you to know.
Ring! "Can...

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THE MOST DANGEROUS ROADS

i've got the head of a rattle snake
on the front end of my hood
i've got a chilled clorox drink
in my steel-knuckled hand
and we're rolling down I-10 
across the stretch between Phoenix
to the...

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I have my friend frog,
in my pocket tucked away.
Because if my mother sees him,
she won't let him stay.

He smells like the fish gut,
I have on my hands.
We both need a bath,
and our feet's full of...

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Scrubbing Bubbles, Dreft, Life Buoy, and Shout.
Help me to get my greasy grimy out.
Irish Spring, Dove, Windex, Borax too,
I turn to them when I am blue.

Cleaning is something I resolve not to do
unless I am...

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Written By:  D. Collins


When your head is banging like a deep, bass drum.
Mince a garlic clove and butter on a hot dog bun.
Any strain that wants to call itself athlete foot.
Will bow down to...

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