Prologue Poems - Poems about Prologue

Felt this uneasy tide of disdain the world around me seems too mundane eyes have lost the shine lost the path I never knew was mine this seems like a never-ending dream heard an encroaching scream uneasy rhythm oozing from these pores saw a reaching hand, but it was all too blurry salt brimming the eyes, my lies swallowing me inside never...

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Written: April 22, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whimsical whispers of spring wallow, Awakening from nature's languid tingle. You were maundering to strike back, ...

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Besides noticing a few people who quickly turned away into the stores, (like a cockroach when the light switch is activated.) Penney also noticed that she had forgotten her bra. Well, she didn't forget one and didn't usually even wear one, but in this instance it really helped them out. The...

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"It was a beautiful whore of a day", he reasoned, "maybe she will have even less on !" The little band of misfits garnered the stares of mall patrons as they ran as fast as their puppet legs could manage, (without being high on a coke/steroid cocktail, called a Dynobowl). (There was also blood doping, which...

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Whoopie stayed there counting all the white people leaving while flatulantly writing a letter to the Israeli people, denying their right to exist and denying the holocaust happenings and carboned a copy and a speech for the Irish-denying that they too were slaves and that slavery was a black thing...

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RufePal kept muttering "jv" team as it looked around the room, hoping to find someone underage to mentor to. Michael blurted, "you and your precious America! You are so gullible and trusting. Penney started singing, "Scotty doesn't know, Scotty doesn't know oh...so don't tell Scotty." Shut, the, fuuuu, up! Do you think Bill Gates bought...

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Gus shook his head and began pairing everyone up in teams... Then, WailersWitch walked in. Followed closely by EllenDegenerate who was sniffing behind WailersWitch and snaking the air with her forked tongue between her fingers. Degenerate had a shirt on that suspiciously resembled buildings at Little St. James Island, a resort for orphans...

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LizPiggo began gobbling up the bodies of the four Cartel members. "What"! Her newly aware look at her comrades, questioned in a somewhat hurt and astonished manner, their judgmental attitudes. "We have to get rid of the evidence!" She whipped out a bottle of Uncle Ray's barbecue sauce and...

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The atmosphere was alive and palpable, surreal really as the aegean blue of electrons after a summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor. The little company looked one to another, spellbound by the new revelations. "Hillary and the...

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Gus was confused as soon as he said it. "That was me, but it wasn't, I mean", he stammered, "I said it, but it wasn't from my mind!" Penney looked at Gus and reasoned, "that is a message, you barnacle brain!" She continued, because she HAD to. "The spirits need our...

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Gus didn't have the original pointer that came with the Ouija, so he used an extra Indian feather, since it came from a real Indian, it may prove to be advantageous. Since Indians were the closest to the spirits, (accept for Joel Osteen, who is not a snake oil salesman at all). He looked around...

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When Gus returned into the room Penney was beating the crap out of Silky! Apparently he and Vatican 2 podiatrist "Peter" had struck a prostitution deal involving San Francisco. Penney, beach slapping a bloodied Silky, was yelling, I ain't no punk bottom beach. Now, you work for me ! Silky was sniveling...

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Gus got all of those who were allowed to attend and "available" settled in around his big oak table. He even put in an extra leaf to accomodate, so there was enough space to keep from slap fights and infighting of kin. He handed out charmingly and diplomatically,...

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When the Chinese lady was finished weighing Gus, he picked up his backpack and followed her to the back alley. "Restaurant is full of stupid Americans", she taunted, and sat him at a makeshift table of crates. A homeless person was close-by and upon seeing the Chinese lady,...

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Then she French kissed LizPiggo and publicly scolded the young Chinese server for not making extra sale? The young lady scribbled her phone number on napkin and gave it to Gus looking over her shoulder to the old hag seeming approval. Along with phone number it read, HELP! Gus thought...

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