Pustules Poems - Poems about Pustules

...Cold, warm, horrifying, inviting Grinding away at the last pink and grey pustules pooling at the bottom of my Skull Gods own light pushes and claws helplessly against thin nylon ......

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...The stench of puerile self-aggrandizement wafts through the air, a noxious cloud of platitudes and pomp, as the pusillanimous pustules of pseudo-intellectualism congregate to lavish accolades upon on......

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...Witch in Salem, you see, Needs spelling, tee hee, Wizard held another, Toad was his mother, Witchy cast charms, Warts on his arms, Bald was his head, Maidens did dread, Pustules appeared, G......

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...A STINGING REVENGE by Tom Cunningham A husband was found out playing away His wife not happy vowed to make him pay Caught them in their bed Both were butt naked She threw fire ants ove......

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...Second shingles shot successful... slight prick, but otherwise... positive pitch re: without a hitch the first innoculation approximately five months prior also nary glitch. Preemptive needl......

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...A listing of the fires and all the survivors will be provided Names of the dead are written on broken cobblestones at the bottom of the river The sheet music is in the morgue - recons......

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...These changes in a day are rippling through me Down right crippling you'll see Some days I feel like a toilet of crap A revolting smell that snaps at my back Other days I speak sideways in ......

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...Onward and into the darkest room of plague and pestilence. Gruesome scenes wholly worthy of disgust and abhorrence. She clutched herself deeply; vomiting, screaming, collapsing. She wished she h......

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... A little girl so coy and sweet Used to wander in the street Her little dress and shawl she’d wear She’d skip and run without a care Her hair about her face would fly As wind blew clouds acro......

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...His pelvis thrusts awkward gyrations of a sickly man Bruised sternum erupts will cream filled pustules Enema pleasing dissidents fond of enigmatic words Cursed with knowledge, forsaken with guilt......

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...A little girl's heard crying In her room at Mary kings close Not everyone hears, only a few If you listen carefully You may hear her to Let's call her little Annie As no one knows her name Pe......

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