Long Syphilitic Poems

Prizes for Ultimate Sacrifices


    prizes for the abstemious  for abstinence  chastity ?
                 the countless...

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GOD NEEDS A GREEN CARD

God had a green card
But cannot get back in the gate.
The Bricks are thick
But not so tall, I think
God may need to scale the wall.

Are we safe in gated structures?
Must we...

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The moving finger writes and having writ
moves on. And that's the bitter core of it.

So did you scheme to mold we are so base,
like you're disgusted in the human race?

And was it the mirror that...

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Refusal To Be Bamboozled

Immersed insecure among the books,
Hides the anti-Christ naturalist.
The bamboozled crowd awe in unison
And look impressed (something new) to witness.
As members of the mob mentality,
Unable to comprehend originality,
The artist’s intentions of creativity
In the...

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or

Why He Never Posted Countless Future Sonnets Professing His Love on Twitter

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"I swear if thou comparest me still yet to one more summer's day --
I ne'er again shall give...

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Sun in Your Eyes. 
In the white sea of sun bleached straws 
I saw a crow struggle, go under drowning 
In the glare of sun heat and the end 
of everything I was given the...

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Sun in Your Eyes. 
In the white sea of sun bleached straws 
I saw a crow struggle, go under drowning 
In the glare of sun heat and the end 
of everything I was given the...

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Moss grows on the old gravestone
mooring itself into the moribund marble
spreading like a syphilitic rash
garbling the name in shades of green
the velvet glove of a thief
slowly stealing the identity 
of the dead buried below
The blurred...

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