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Mr Dee

Mr. Dee, the down and out, downcast, downhearted cat
broody, moody, gloomy and in no way fat
dejected, rejected, chased off by some
oppressed, depressed, droopy and rather glum
could not trust people after he was thrown away
buoying him up now is my brilliant cat-loving Aunt Fay.

Mr Math

we call him Mr. Math
Arithmetic is his path
itemizing and adding are his fun
counting numbers until day is done

multiplication is his thing
he’ll never buy a diamond ring
figuring taxes is what he likes to do
he does not have math phobia like me and you.

Mr Softy

The Illinois emperor favors no bail for the violent
he's a softy in the middle and more so on crime
From his bullhorn pulpit he proclaims that we're safe
I'm afraid the land of Lincoln is made of paper mâché.

He lives in a crystal bubble in a billionaire's den 
with state-of-the-art, impenetrable defenses.
He hates the 2A and the

Mr Macron Thinks Things will be Fine

        Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
           a country that never was, that never had borders
        He somehow thinks that things will be ‘fine’
        

Mr Flip-Flop

FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP

GOING BAREFOOT FEELS FINE AT THE TIME
YEAH AND SHOES DO TOO
SOMETIMES I NEED SOMETHING LIGHT
SOMETHING NOT QUITE SO TIGHT
ONLY SANDALS WILL DO

OF THE PACK I HAD MY PICK
WISH I KNEW WHAT MAKES THEM TICK
AND GET A HANDLE ON
THESE MY BRAND NEW SANDALS

THEY DIDN'T COST A LOT OF MONEY
BUT WHEN I WALK MY FEET

Mr Mustard Comes Tonight

Rig rag
Shaggy rag
Rip, rip, rip,
Wrinkle in the water
A wilder whisper
Crepuscular crème brûlée.

What is madness really?
Have I not a wordly thought?
Wordly jumble,
Words, words, words,
Coherent as a Dostoevsky mumble. 
Musing wrists and elbows in a swaddle,
Up of green and purple trumpets, 
Sickly technicolour cuddle.

Circadian bunny pudding.
Hullo, there it is again!
I saw it there, just there!
Did not. But

Spooked Mr Johnson

Old Mr. Johnson, with broom in one hand,  
Told his sweet granddaughter, “Sleep, not grandstand!”  
Her room was empty, the air grew cold—  
Only the Ouija sat silent and bold.

He muttered and shivered, “No time to wait,”  
Grabbed his truck keys and zipped past the gate.  
The cemetery whispered secrets

Mr Machiavelli

I have been reborn and have soared with aggressive force out of my coffin
 As I emerge from the cosmic womb covered in my Mother's blood
 Now I'm creator, now I'm universe.

Mr Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles
Song by
Jerry Jeff Walker

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high
He jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touched down
Mr bojangles
Mr bojangles
Mr bojangles
Dance
I met him in a cell in new orleans i was
Down and out
He looked to me

1 misses and mr mommy babby

#1 MISSESS AND MR. MOTHER AND BABBY  
BY: MUÑOZ MACIEL FAMILIA  
 
FOREVER LIKE A HEARTS TOUCH  
FRAGEL  
BUT DEEP  
THAT RIPES ME APPART  
And tears me open  
AS I KNOW IVE LOST YOU TO THAT OF A WOMEN.........
Without a heart  
 
 
TOGETHER OUR SPIRITS CALL

Mr and Mrs Heartbroken

The first heart attack was quite mild:
he put it down to indigestion 
at first, but the pain persisted.
Some pills and lectures on lifestyle changes
followed the stay in hospital.
Yes, he'd try to stop smoking, he said,
and to cut out the fatty foods.
But the craving for cigarettes 
was too strong and he secretly smoked,
while assuring me that

The Prophecies of Mr Adams

Streets are filling with needles, disease and narcissist
the airways rimmed with demands for respect
if you don't agree 100 % they'll ring your neck
and your next of kin.
people turn to plants and spirit to retrieve their souls
not realizing until it's too late
that they've flushed it all down the toilet bowl...
grasping blindly through turds of madness...
Directionless.

they turn

MR ULEZ

Noel wilcox is pushing on..Lets hope he gets old
Sad-dik to stop carrying on so strong; yet wrong'

The Masked Ghoul Mr CEO

The Masked Ghoul Mr. CinChief

Fear mongering and peddling crude dirt politics
Is his favorite tool of trade at as this moment...
The one they do call time and again Our able leader

One who hides behind vain smiles
And assurances of half ridden truths
With cleverly disguised yesterday’s lies
Carefully disguised as today’s half-truths

Has mesmerized the ignoramus masses 
Into believing that

Mr Flip-Flop

Going barefoot feels fine at the time
and wearing shoes do too
but sometimes I need something light
something not quite so tight only sandals will do
going barefoot feels fine now and then
and donning boots do too
but sometimes I want something loose
something I can put to good use only sandals come through
sandals always do the trick
and of the

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