Long Zine Poems

Friday the thirteenth, (September
tooth house hind nineteen)
dark shadows winessed scads of bats
(base sic cully lobbing soupy Matzo balls)

eyeing yours truly as seldom seen
human sacrificial cuisine,
which dime a dozen story true story
red within tabloid National Enquirer...

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Having it all means being satisfied with what I have. It means being happy with the gifts God gives me on a day to day basis, which I usually am not. Why? Because I am...

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I. e., this unfortunate
     mere erred reflection,
     aye re: zine
     (pronounced Syne),
     cuz you Matthew Scott Harris
act like an...

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E'er since being a little
extremely shy (viz introverted) boy
a boot deux and half score years ago
bullies threatened de facto scapegoat
mine self esteem they did thoroughly destroy
e'en little Lord Fauntleroy
complicit as well every other goy,

thus yours truly wished
he could transform...

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On the island of friendship,
Luscious fruits and fragrant flowers grow.
Enemies, we hope,  are not allowed.
Yet viciuosness sneaks in, so tawdry and shallow.


Be very careful of those you trust,
Any friendship.,may be most hollow!
With anyone, there...

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of mice an men aye n'er doth quit
dialing countless times google 
   fascinating to this human caboodle ling kit upon porcelain goddess, 
most brilliant ideas congeal in me mind, and thou' loo pee...

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The wind blew exactly right
For the flying of a kite.
Kites were nearly everywhere:
In telephone wires
And high in the trees,
One or two were in the air,
Blowing ever higher
On a gentle breeze.

Then all at once the wind...

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Shows about reality
Get my news from MTV
Ugly people everywhere
Kids today just don't care
Where's the passion where's the fun
Video games eclipse the sun
Online conversations rule
The internet's our research tool
End of times? Have to wait and see
Things...

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When taking a bath in the tub
The first thing you'll notice, if you stay in too long,
Is how your fingertips shrivel.
Then, as you rub and scrub,
You might see bits of skin coming off your legs...

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A Controlled Reply to a Skinhead's Brain

Just when I thought some real evolution
Of moral thinking
Just might be taking place these days,
I run across this Neo-Nazi piece of crap
Masquerading as a poem,
Shrieking wanly in an open,...

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Harmony was missing in the breezy hills,
lonely paths were gleaning with fresh rain;
eagles owned the chilly, noiseless heavens:
stillness reigned over the barren terrain!

Then a slender boy sprung from the creek,
he carried his backpack bending his...

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Harmony was missing in the breezy hills,
lonely paths were gleaning with fresh rain;
eagles owned the chilly, noiseless heavens:
stillness reigned over the barren terrain!

Then a slender boy sprung from the creek,
he carried his backpack bending his...

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in memory of my great friend
Rudi Rubberoid

Grossialdo! Grossialdo!
Rip the face off Uncle Waldo!
Scare that fellow once too often!
Nail 'im in a wooden coffin!
Plant 'im nicely six feet under!
Leave 'im there and let 'im wonder!
Dig 'im...

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O, little birdy,
	haven’t you heardy?
	You will be plucked today.
Cooing and lovin'
	soon in the oven
	baked on a silver tray.
Glazed honey sweetened
	you will be eatened
	served on a plate e'er long.
So, little birdy,
	O!, little birdy,
	sing to me one...

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