Pustule Poems - Poems about Pustule

...Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child... courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight while he took tea and crumpets within mistress......

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...Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir Nsync with variations on a theme: of drool worthy Reuben Sandwich (consisting of corned beef, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, Russian dressing between s......

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...Some part of him tore its robes, some other part stitched them together. Don't say he is awkwardly made he had to get dressed in the dark. He eats boneless words, stays inside himself paintin......

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...who left trail of heartbroken sage woman commander in chief deliberately stoked, née sparked long simmering smoldering, and stewing long festering white supremacist altercation fiendishly igniti......

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...Is still the game in town. Whether you recognize it or not, It makes no difference. Whether winky frown, hashtag or Kermit meme has taken rot of your existence. The world is changing, and at br......

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...tic…tic…tic… part 1… today is your last day a last of firsts… all is the first ever done on a first…last day the crimson jumps the pigs in their pen drenched in deaths sweat acquiesce in......

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...Sweet as an apple Pious as a Bible Resolving battle TOI is a supple. Anything brittle Or be it subtle It make it nuzzle TOI is a supple. It is like a ripple Increasing wheedle Clearing baf......

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...Have you ever eaten an apple By sitting on a speedy bicycle? Difficult? Sympathy is like sizzle Shouts when not got in coddle; Smiles if given in time subtle. Shrewd! With poor does giggle With......

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...When you in problems brittle None come to assist a little, You feel lonely, deserted beadle. Let it be Newton or Aristotle None can devise pain of rustle One undergoes when rattle By problems a......

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...I am just a pustule on the face of planet Earth, wasting air and taking space since the sad day of my birth. All my predecessors have by their own hands died, insanity and hopelessness drew them......

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...Unclasped my pearl necklace and loosened my long, straight hair, opened the buttons of my dress and let it fall, took off my lingerie, tearing the delicate silk, and left me naked. After that, ......

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...I don’t come very often anymore to the edge of this rancid waste dump to pick at the scars and bleed anew . . . To stand and welcome it all in its abscessed pustule as plump as......

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