Long Mooching Poems

She was a dairymaid, oh so sweet;
many a year ago.
Her figure was trim, her hair was neat,
with ringlets tied up in a bow.
And many a farmer would leave his plough,
the turkeys and chickens, and even...

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Vitriolic scathing psychological malevolent jujitsu
cruelly, fiendishly, incriminating
lambasting opprobrium rue
teenly dished out to yours truly

mechanically engineered hatred to stew
when passive aggression fostered corked,
where self destruction grew
tens of decades ago, when this then
much younger match chew

Scott doubted,...

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Makes me chuckle when I hear folks talking about living rough; heck some of them think that not having HD3D is living rough! Well, let me tell you a little story about a young fellow...

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I was mooching in the bedroom..
     When I heard a tapping sound..
     I quickly turned around.....
     I scratched and shook my head....
 ...

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There are words that I want to say to the corrupt judges
But I am too civilized and decent to put them on paper
Most judges in this mess have their brain on crutches
They collude with double-dealing...

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Somewhere in Maida Vale
A penthouse trendy flat
Somehow I’ve wound up here
Getting daggers from the cat

My wraps still in my pocket
I dare not take it out
I’ll just sit here all paranoid
And kill myself with snout

Actors, models,...

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The Spring sings,
her voice sweet and true. 
Her spirit,
she gave away...
to ride the Earth through her voice,
through the clouds of cotton drifting through the sky, 
through invisible soft gales that shake the little blossoms of...

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BLACK BEAUTY
One sunny afternoon
Mooching about the streets to kill time,
Lo and behold! What did I see?
A damsel
A very pretty damsel walking the streets alone.
She had dark oily skin which glittered conspicuously
Under the espy of the...

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We stage a dazing drama
Impetuously unfolding with scenes
Spelled by our minds and moods
Where all things happen
With the scripts discarded
 
We watch keenly a curious comedy
Everyone scheming for greased palms
Gone...when the rules were without exceptions
When shady...

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Guitar case Buddha 
Out back is a room with a tin roof
& there somewhere among
The old paint cans
& broken furniture
Is a guitar case
& in the flap where you
Stash picks & spare strings
Is a small wooden...

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Every year it's the same troop
Who seem to show up in a group
Relations that you never see
But, still they are your family

Gifts are opened, clear the floor
Then you hear them at the door
Relations that you...

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