Maggot Poems - Poems about Maggot

Not the best option at the battlefield! One need not guess what it might at last yield. For The Lucky bullets that missed targets, For the less so Take-Away for maggots... You dream not of daring a real war front, Save you can humans and animals hunt: For those who can trains with long coaches shunt: The severest swipes or blames take...

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a call had been close after we would put on clothes went out door we close when we did tag it MAGA became a maggot applied tourniquet would be sinister sermon said by minister about being spinster what we knew for sure increased our expenditure for one more denture we would meander creating gerrymander did raise up dander poem would write to read was great everyone agreed did the dirty deed...

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The fly Delusional fly Arrogantly despises Prosperous maggot...

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If I was a maggot By Stanley Russell Harris The new mad Author If I was a maggot in the UK today! No doubt I’d have a short life. If homebred, I meant to say; no doubt I’d find myself in a bin. With others all a wiggling. Then someone no doubt will take me out. Into the fresh...

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The Dog is structured, Always working to preserve, Familial ties. Diligent service, Loyal to love and country, Strong yet still servile. The Bear is nurtured, A hunter in fair weather, Useless in winter. Promises plenty, But bleeds his own forest dry, Water, trees and all. The Maggot is cankered, A hollow soul and stomach, Skulking forest floors. Can only scavenge, ON the corpses of others, And their fellow man....

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MAGGOT MONOTONY on the precipice I survey the sea of stores and casual faceless crowds, I the planet lost in the tide swarming with skulls thrashing the facades restless brows maggots infest the nucleus until the centre shrieks like a sheet in the night, startled by the intense glare that neon signs cast upon blankness and pointless vows © Kim van Breda—29 June 2014...

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Maggots crawling on the ceiling .................................On the wall Hanging on strings of white I dare not touch I may only stare Spray them with pesticide Slam them on the ground Bury them in the grain but they never go away It's going on two days now Maggots on the ceiling Sliced by the fan ................On the wall The walls are moving The ceiling is like a wave They were...

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