Off The Hook(P) Poems - Poems about Off The Hook(P)

...Have you seen a better fool like me? A dimwitted dreary buffoon like me? Buffoonery has its limits, ridiculous, But for me it's monotonous. I never change, I'm always the same, It's such a s......

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... Michelin star cricketing cook…by hook or crook.. so canny..will find every nook and cranny…if you took a look at the record..score or text book ..won’t have forsook ..our dutiful..beautiful babblin......

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... When I look in the mirror, I don’t see me; I see who I used to be. A little lost girl who was so abused and so misused, so ashamed of who she was, so helpless and so selfless. Yet somehow, s......

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... The dainty walk of Chinese women beyond the Wall in olden days was due to cruel and unusual punishment confined and constrained by strange customary ways victims of fashion prisoners of......

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... When asked if he toked the evil weed, William Jefferson Clinton (né?Blythe III), aka, Bill Clinton, we heard, did indeed, if not totally beyond the pale these words he spoke, "I smoked......

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...The story of my life . Floating along I let life go on around me . I let things happen to me and dont make things happen for me . I’ve numbed myself with drugs and alcohol for longer than I c......

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...On the banks of a river, with a rod in my hand. With the sun on my face, whilst i'm feeling suntanned. I sit by the river and let my worries fade. With dreams of a big one, whilst looking for shad......

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...You walk around with a weapon in your mouth demoralizing the women as you walk about; you have set a dangerous tone in the town, and it has caused the people to live in doubt. You have cause chaos ev......

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... I play with sunbeams and my friend until these moments come to end. Again my open book will send me to the places of world's end. When day is done and last page read, I go to pillow and to b......

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... A dime in his pocket hope in his heart Just his clothes on his back but he’d make a new start Constricted at home he took to the road Foraged for food yet u......

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... I’m a dead muse walking, stuck in a queue moving along slowly, spreading out too A worm wriggles past, looking worse for wear was caught in a hailstorm, guts everywhere ......

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...This happened last Fall, during Thanksgiving break. Lisa and I were at the MET (The Metropolitan Museum of Art), with her family, at an exhibit of Art Deco sculpture. Lisa and I came out of a gall......

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...This life has many different phases and faces As you navigate the intricate phases and faces of life, And life gets off the hook, And decides to downgrade you, upgrade yourself and your life with ......

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...Grandma burns the food and is no cook She needs to stick to reading a book Fire covers the turkey It tastes like beef jerky ......

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...(Leeza, my roommate Lisa’s little sister, was off-tha-hook earlier this summer) thirteen peach flesh fabuk buster nu-metal priss sexless breasts bitten fingernails dirty babyskin fe......

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