Long Sad sack Poems

The words are dark, sharp,vicious, viscous.
The images like bubbling, darkest jam,
With bubble like grim faces riding to the surface
Then bursting.
I am thirsting.Alternately with blood and bile,black.
I am a sad sack,
A pillow filled with rotten meat
For...

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I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks...,

(a poor excuse for legs),
and get me the latest
sophisticated prosthetics advancements,
whereat integration of cultured stem cells
into custom made appendages
allows, enables, and provides
unfortunate recipients of amputations
to experience sensations.

No more will...

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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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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe

My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly 
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy...

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I used to have a house guest
And he never helps me get
Things arranged, didn't clean
Up behind his mess
of hopelessness, depressions, variances and stifles
Live before up on a shelf
Didn't care about others nor anyone else
Didn't have...

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September 12th, 2019...12:00 p.m.
inspection/ emission finally possible
but...hopes dashed to smithereens

August thirty first
two thousand nineteen shortly past,
no matter 2009 Hyundai Sonata at long last
scheduled with ample funds
checking account blitzed

now back home 
(Highland Manor apartments)
absolute zero money...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious skinny scruffy scribe

Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,

savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility,...

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Conceived In Sin - 
Cincinnati, Ohio
(most Up To Date Virgin)

Any attempt for fecund woman
to successfully counteract biologic
reproductive force to whit
deserves grudging testes
meant to garner at least tidbit
sans, ejaculated kudos (by Dickens),
where aborted squirt,
viz skin flute,...

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I am not lonely I have me the sad sack of stories
as they keep visiting tell me more as for five days you didn't speak to a soul
I am not old just different and a...

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She feels like she's wearing a suit
that doesn't suit her soul

Will she take it off?
No

Why?
People would see her soul, bare and hollow

"No one truly knows me," she cries.
That's because she won't let them

She's scared
if she...

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I understand, not much; or plenty
 of understanding that which is understood
 an understatement; really! To understand
 that which is under stated; understatement’s head!
 or ball cap, or ball sack, or gunnies sack, or Sad...

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Meet Otis; drug addict and alcoholic.
            He walks the razor's edge of life daily.
A sad sack of a man bedeviled by stubborn demons.
Swimming against...

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When yesterday's hearts live alone. 
It's hard to not just turn to stone.
How long can you live without love?
And depend on strength from up above.

You didn't know when you saw her smile.
That your hearts desire...

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My Uncle Carbuncle lived all alone,
In a very small house made all of stone.
No one called him or ever came by,
Just a hermit by choice, My Oh My!

My Mother's Brother and a real sad sack,
Had...

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Judgment logic

Ironic comes the curse in store,
When brain damage, dims your mind for sure,
When half-wits are, talking down to you,
Not sharp enough to get your due,
A judgment you endure.

You see the way they laugh at...

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A sad sack of a man;
he sits on his balcony rail 
five stories high, facing out 
drunk out of his freakin' mind 
and still drinking! 

He's swinging his legs 
all the while, slurring nonsense 
and...

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The tale of Sad Sack Sammy,
So the story goes.
A walking, talking, whiner,
Suffering his woes.

He never ever smiled,
Had nothing good to say.
He whimpered like a sissy,
All the livelong day.

His mood would always swing,
At home or when...

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I'd like to start a middle child club for all those kids who got stuck with the rub.
For those who received the lesser end of the stick, when the flames of love were burning, they...

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Nature has painted you
a moldy shade of green;
and you're the ugliest
scarecrow I've ever seen.

A grotesque effigy
in the image of man,
you're a collage of rags
on a rusty tin can.

Stuffing has fallen out
of your disheveled clothes,
and you...

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I am a Cretin of just a Peasant Sight
Worthless to the Lovers who Kiss under the Moon each Night
The Sights and Sounds of my voice are plainly Dull
So please do not breathe in this dying...

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Disgusted, 
at what is seen, 
self observation is key,
Yet to keen,  
to understand oneself,
Only seeing what is deemed, 
Hateful sinful gross unruly,
Truly empty, 
all the Things in which I spite,
Is what I am,
I cannot...

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