Long Fancy pants Poems

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I see them, everyday,
the hipsters and the fags
in their fancy jackets,
flipping their feminine hands,
nails just cut and short.

I hear them, everyday,
the young girls getting raped 
in the night,
and you cover your ears, 'cause it's none
of...

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Out of the west, amide a beautiful sunrise… came a pie eyed son of a gun.
Looking for Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster… water gun… in hand.
He rode a very slow plug, an inchworm called...

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Pen nothing but sentiments the simple thoughts of simple men simpletons tryna simply slice and dice my elegance. I dance in my far from fancy pants, i’m a far-gone man comin’ from far-off lands, with...

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The air is heavy like a dirty woolen blanket
each colorful strand pulled through the warp.
Horns blare and traffic skids and screeches
as unborn accidents are aborted 
by fancy-pants cops.

The city slickers in their posh clothes
zip along...

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I Wanna End Me

It’s chill dawg. I’m just a savage. Gotta take that redpill homie. Two squared. Remember the illusion and have a giggle. No need to pout. It’s just a lil fun and games....

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My younger self ran a huge karmic debt; everyone saw it but me.
     For the way that the world worked was to me a big mystery.
Not a clue what to do,...

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They all pranced through some broad-like avenue
and they've placed apart from each other's course
proved they stood full of airs and graces view
from cameras balanced by those they knew
endmost part of the resplendent concourse

Those cut-and-dried to...

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THEY  ARE  TOO  SMALL I   ANT  EVEN  SEE THEM

I see them, little ants scurrying about
some certain, some filled with doubt
I see them, scurrying here and hurrying there
some courageous,...

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You're passing by the window
Of a fancy clothing store
Eyes popping in surprise
As your jaw drops to the floor
All you've ever dreamed of
All of this and more
More than enough can't believe your luck
As you hit the...

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Baila, Lilah; move your thing.
Ragtime; Turkey Trot!
Magic step into the Swing.
Show us ALL you’ve got.

Boogie Woogie; Lindy Hop;
Shim Sham Shimmy it.
Snazzy-jazzy, quick-quick, stop?
Jitterbugs don’t quit!!

Hanky Panky; do the Stroll;
Hand Jive; Twist and Shout.
Mash Potato; Rock...

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Jiggling as easy as green Jell-O,
Wiggling in front of a hardy fellow,
I am wearing my fancy pants all yellow.
Dancing my way toward calm and mellow.

Transported to another better place
I shoot myself as a rocket into...

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Moron Trump Mentioned

What moron Trump mentioned was a bunch of bull
And over on us again fast one tried to pull
A bunch of idiots is what he always thought
We were and in a Trump trap we...

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Well here I am in front of my Mac
And it seems to be taunting me
“C'mon big boy, show me your stuff!
Mr. Fancy Pants Poet, let's see!”

“What great stuff have you come up with now
To set...

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Let’s go against the grain, break the rules, and make forever possible again

A classic chic fashion without limits, we set the bar for relationship goals and plan on continuing to go far

What is better than...

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The sole purpose of anything written
Is certainly communication
If the reader is left in a state of confusion
It certainly needs more clarification

Clarity should always be number one
Nothing's more important I find
Getting your point across quickly and...

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We were all on a turquoise moped on Interstate 635.
Mr. P.U. Fancy Pants Panda of course, got to drive.
He is arrogant, and thus is always the boss.
This was stated firmly by my pal Ross

Ross cannot...

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The sole purpose of anything written
Is certainly communication
If the reader is left in a state of confusion
It certainly needs clearer interpretation

Clarity should always be number one
Nothing's more important I find
Getting your point across quickly and...

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Here comes the rich biiiiii
bringing forth much strife
what to do where to go
as she tries to run my life

here comes the fancy pants
telling me how to dress
for success she yells out loud
making such a mess

here...

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Her poetry was conceived
'round fancy pants scraps,
inclined to reverberate wrangles
'tween an I reckon ma'am
and well versed jazzy visuals,
paid no mind to cowboy's
bumbling foolishness &
lumbered foreign gibberish 
knowing full well it was
a lone star disposition,
merely a...

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