Maggoty Poems - Poems about Maggoty

...It is written don't kill.' You stupid dill.) You couldnt rise To the level of a souk, your'e bought out, sold out Yet not brought to book.' You're looking jaded your ideas Have faded.' You have a......

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...apple cores bifurcated maggoty realms spilled over long stems bled a sluggish green insemination toward evening small apes gathered to scream at the new moon there were bones to be s......

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...Coffee shops bloom into aroma. New York City spew on the sidewalk. This day Lord if you care; in the timpani of each mind thunder your long bong songs. Bless the rats in their dank hid-ey-hol......

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...lies beget more lies leaves truth flyblown full of holes maggoty in fall......

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...The blackbird has gone maggoty Lara stiffs at it shakes a grub off her wet nose and sneezes. Then as if fiction were uncannily real another similar bird drops out of a tree. For a short whi......

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...we knew capitalism had turned ugly after the first lemonade stand drive by children denounced their parents when their eyes were opened to supply side economics and demand side criminal enterp......

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...Chief egalitarian garbage taster i.e. “white trash” As Halloween costume, one year during early grade school, my father got brilliant idea for sole son dressed uniquely rubbish qua putrid......

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...bloated girth deceased, not surprisingly packed orotund size appetite conveniently weighted gravity helped fell giant gourmand chowhound demise linkedin automatically tightened neckerchief doub......

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...DARKNESS GROWS IN THE GARDEN OF PLEASANTRIES Meandering through the garden of pleasantries, did you sense, the breathless pant of trees, or hear, the violin seduction, of Cupid’s se......

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...She's got lots of money but no fooking heart Her forked tongue could put the poison on a tribesman's dart All the things she did to drive us apart She talks so much **** her breath smells of fart.......

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...Hacked down at dawn is the tree that would have blossomed Maimed is the navel that sometimes may have grown straight Burned is the candle that may have shone in a dark path Stifled is the dream th......

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...Apathy fuels thoughts of fruitless discontent, as hopeless lethargy depressively descends. A prisoner of dependency, morally inept, i,d sell my soul to Lucifer to meet my selfish ends. The sharp,......

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