Maladjusted Poems - Poems about Maladjusted

...Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic opus, composed in the key of no slee......

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...When the sh*t hits the fan and the plates hit the walls And Mummy’s voice screeches, “You ain’t got the balls” The sound of wood splintering leaves kids with hunches That once again Daddy ain’t p......

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...The house I wrote in became an apartment for the ocean, then a zoo for the innocently maladjusted, then a garden for dreaming cats, then floor-space - just floor space to walk back and forth on.......

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...On some painted wall they pee, Funnily straightening themselves like a tree: The peremptory command of their finished evil tea And now complete rejection of a toilet with key! The guys keep doing......

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...We love this road, it has trees. The manicured ladies stand upon the lawns, beacon with unwinking eyes, scrutinize beneath shading hands, pry open primped lips, proclaim their fierce love. ......

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...Don't point your finger and indict me as a spoilt child. You made me this way; you built me with your blueprint. <>...

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...The house I wrote this poem in became an apartment for the ocean, then a zoo for the innocently maladjusted, then a garden for dreaming cats, then floor-space - just floor space to walk back an......

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...Societies, religious and secular, nation-states, corporations, extended families, tribes, colonies, property owners, owned properties are caught in, invested in, an inescapable network of......

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... "Smooth Big Cat" He was one of those guys you just knew would be a dud. "Be nice", she said to herself. She met him on the upswing from the abyss of a dismally closed ......

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...In America’s Pragmatism, the urgent question is "of" individual sanctity now can be tweeted as: “what is the Pragmatic or Aesthetic function "of" ******** or PUSSY, anyway?” and "of" the 2 typ......

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...Do you? Fasten procrastination against the bed sheets of discontented motivation? Sleeping into oblivion with depression settling in? Becoming a recipient of insidious stigmatization? Or, Do y......

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...I'm falling through the earth, Another maladjusted birth of a lost soul, Daddy went to war and never came back, He was shot down by the cruelty of the western world, They told me he went to s......

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...Here I rise... Surrounded by souls but still all alone Born just ramble and bound just to roam Nothingness is my name and nowhere is my home Here I rise...Like silver moons down the golden slots......

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...Written in summer of 1976. I used to eat my lunch with groups of businessmen from Campbell Soups. We drank a drink at lunch each day Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay And talked of pending cor......

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...He struggles with emotions He struggles with emotional wounds He struggles alone unable to share He struggles alone slowly self destructing For his well of tears is dried up he cant cry He was......

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