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Rancid Poems - Poems about Rancid


wild, ingraitiating rancid supples teet
It takes this version of you awhile for Me to consider, as an illusion your so Consistent i can lean on the Imaginary love i create to spend time Being out of love, walking a path i Can’t share much. After the pain was Gone i began to learn how I built the Space, there’s no more moving out, Only coming...

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Categories: rancid, betrayal, city, integrity,
Form: Free verse
More Meet
More Meet Eat the meet and feel well Get a bad gut do the trots To the toilet vomit it all up You ate rancid meat Or was it poisoned On purpose as you’re here An invading army doing bad Nothing good comes from it Except dead Russian soldiers Who ate off meat in rusty tins Found in a bombed out house Call it karma for the...

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Categories: rancid, abuse, military, violence, war,
Form: Verse



Premium Member Critical Race Theory 2021
Black folk kept in sad condition By owners without contrition. What to do, what to do? Wage war for emancipation And forge a fresh slave-free nation. The Forrest-Byrd Klan and Jim Crow Surely are the ones you should stow – What to do, what to do? They rule and oppress your city Blame them not ones who set you free! Martin loved character content With black...

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Categories: rancid, music, political, race, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Compassion
The wandering lonesome roam About the early morning streets; And on evening avenues. Those forgotten feral few, Seeking meals they cannot buy ‘Mongst the refuse of the day. Those great unwashed in tatters, Of whom it does not matter, Limp empty toward their lairs Wearing faces of despair Seeking out a junkyard fire Or dark place beneath a stair. Half-bent, with rancid odor, One stands upon the corner With...

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Categories: rancid, care, discrimination, lonely, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Really Was Rancid and More
Really Was Rancid Really were rancid; Wanted to become placid; Now popping acid. Jim Horn Horn American Haiku Explanation of Creation of Variation An explanation, Of what could be creation, Needing sedation. Jim Horn...

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Categories: rancid, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku



Rancid Daisy In the Room
RANCID DAISY IN THE ROOM Can you smell, that rancid daisy in the room? As it reeks, before it speaks. Putrid unapologetically, foul so foul bravely. It used to complement my senses, from fragrant to pungent vagrant. The tangent slovenly, the regality frugal. Can you smell, that rancid daisy in the room? That chokes, more than cyanide. More than dioxin, oh what a toxin. I swear I can surely smell it, so elated...

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Categories: rancid, betrayal, break up, farewell,
Form: Free verse
Say No 2 Rancid Soap
Rancid soap Rancid bloody cooking oil, In the bloody soap to spoil, Sniff the soap before you buy, Rancid smell, do pass it by, If not stinking, is your soul, Rotten stinking oil is used, to make the soap, Sometimes you’ll use, Never bloody smell amused, When rancid lather cries, Begone with the greasy fries, Cos all yer friends y’all lose… be rancid smelly too, The stink...

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Categories: rancid, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Hot Kitty Rancid Milk
The craziest thing has happened to me I saw a cat humping a bee She meowed once with delight I covered my eyes from the sight Then she started humping my knee...

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Categories: rancid, funny
Form: Limerick
~ (~) ~ "rancid Puking From the Taste" ~ (~) ~
""Rancid puking from the taste; soul aching crying out no-more; "No no-longer; eminent... mercy-peace please!" offer-pardon, help me Lord-help-me; forgive; signed-"Real-Tired":...

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Categories: rancid, inspirational
Form: Prose Poetry
The Rancid Horror of Who?
The horror The rancid horror It's glowing in your eyes The bloody mess of thoughts are pooring in your mind The criminal thats within you has come out to play With all the little children passing by You pick out a sertain one The one that is as old as you The one that is the prettiest You take her to that hay loft...

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Categories: rancid, angst,
Form: Free verse

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