X marks the spot
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Monstrously Machievellian
Demonic pedagogic
Ominously Orwellian
Demagogic logic
Fools’ Musk-ovite mules
Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist
Dickensian dystopia rules
Google last ...
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Categories:
poxy, corruption, discrimination, earth, political,
Form: Rhyme
Hey Mr Politician
...Hey, Mr. Politician, look,
Just look, what you’ve done
Stuck me back in combats
And carrying a gun,
Bayonet, spare mag,
Primed stun grenade
Sent to sort out the mess
You bastards have made.
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Categories:
poxy, anger, betrayal, conflict, political,
Form: Rhyme
Fe Fi Fo Fum
...What would I do if there were only one of me
and not this raucous house on sky high stilts
shouting Fe Fi Fo Fum
rooster proud and peacock pitchy
like Baba Yaga, with her chicken legs
but many m...
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Categories:
poxy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Beer
...For Fifty years i been sittin 'ere
I Love this pub and I love me beer
I've tried em all, the Guinness, the Stout
but, this one drink I can't go without.
I must admit though, once i've sunk ...
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Categories:
poxy, drink, funny,
Form: Verse
The Chemistry of Lucre Is Not Strange
...On Radio 4 this morning, plastic fivers...
So, money doesn’t grow on trees no more
For some of us it never really did
The rich grow ever richer, and the poor
Still grovel for a poxy flippin’ qu...
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Categories:
poxy, anger, change, england, humanity,
Form: Sonnet
Bushes
...Over ten worms then? In coats. Goggles? Flight then. Huge paper bees. Altitude 4 on curvatures rattling over the field,fauna and hedgerows. Boom boom boom beasts coming. Mooooving across the territor...
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Categories:
poxy, age, angst,
Form: I do not know?
By Poxy
...There you stand
once again-
In that moment
The past;
Quiet, murmuring...
She brings you backward
A season of sad all her own
You see her there
through the window
eyes so green
they...
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Categories:
poxy, angst,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Me Arthritic Finger
...I detest writing on this poxy little phone
Hunched over a 2by3inch screen
Punching away at the imaginary
Glass keyboard
Boss eyed
Cross as hell... every time I lose connection
Hence half hour
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Categories:
poxy, angst, on writing and
Form: Free verse
"our Amazing West"
...Doc Holliday truly amazing
Sick to death and two six guns blazing
Though his blasting appeared not to be phasing
The calmness of his gelding equine’s grazing
This be the glory, how the west was...
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Categories:
poxy, fantasy
Form: Rhyme