Maggoty Poems - Poems about Maggoty

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

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

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

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

...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......Read the rest...

...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.......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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,......Read the rest...