Satire Poems | Examples of Satire Poetry

/ "Like Open-Mic Explosions from the End of Language". ~ Chat-GPT / _____ Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle; fatally cloistered the hat-flu's hubble - To wit: - the half-time half-life smile of she and the other half-wonder of me. Far far ready to say maybe to love; moved in half-dream to plumb half-baked memories. ("But weren't their novel 'dogs-of-war' and lovely...

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We were doomed to witness for god knows why The schooling of the Artificial Intelligence It’s a miracle worker they say a nice guy Who's supposed to add us some relevance I didn’t really ask of it, maybe you did? But the answer you gave came late No one took care of this digital kid Laughing at the mistakes he made Now...

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My inner voice, is a two-faced bard, That takes all credit when a win is starred. But slinks away and hides when the outcome, Doesn't match what it said, what's to become. Can I read its doubt in the quiver of its sage? Or in the mumbled, jumble of its feeble grab to engage? It can be so assertive when it...

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Well first of you have to be black So if your not sorry about that I guess you're just gonna have to be believed I know for once your not included How does it feel not to be the centre of attention I guess it must be hard having white privilege Oh and also being favoured And no...

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To cross the street Herr Biedermeyer made a firm election: the spot was safe – Gefahrengasse - strictly one-direction. But, looking south and stepping out, he got a sharp surprise: a car, approaching from the north, was hidden from his eyes. It knocked him in the air, and soon had sped away and gone. Herr Biedermeyer had a lot to muse and ponder on. No bones were...

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In the debate between dubbing and subbing I side with subs to savor the original mellifluous French, Tamil, Korean, Italian... Reading the subtitles assists the deaf and hard of hearing although voiceovers benefit the blind and vision impaired. Historically dubbing was employed by fascist governments to advance the nationalist agenda. In our own time the tendency to consider...

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They say age is just a number, but its much more than that. Now everything I eat or drink just somehow turns to fat. I used to kick a soccer ball all over sunny fields of green but now I throw my knee out just pulling on my jeans . My auburn hair that hung in waves, long and full of...

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my god is fame i shall not rest ‘til the world regards me as the very best not content ...

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By moonlit nights, I prowl with grace, No mirror shows my pale, sharp face. Stake through heart? Please, not today— I dodge those stakes and run away. Garlic bread? You think I'll drool? I've got a stash behind the stool. Sunlight's foe? A mild complaint, Sunscreen 50 is my saint. I drink your blood, but don't take fright— It's just a snack to get...

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What is truth, Where does it reside? Is it mere appearance or bride dyed-white? Was Gandhi the truth or the Dreams of Freud? Or did you find it when the infant cried? In Slaying Slogans of Soldiers' Pride Or in the mistakes which a child hide? For me, truth is like a naked bride You veil it as a corpse in graveside Tis'...

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Promising to solve age-old problems very soon a year or two, at most, from our graduation in June I myself was sure that poverty could be licked right quick ...

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Abraham born before Jesus They were born holding selfie. They booked flight from the womb Are the children of this generation. They speak louder without sense Yet wiser than Solomon himself They sees beyond their parents With food remnants on their mouth. Right in the womb they ate wheat Before they were born they saw you What is it you know I don't know Says a...

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It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea, Created a baby that left its mommy, Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room, So, lets ask, who’s the bigger a--? A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair, Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong? Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit, Line drawn...

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One, Two A shoe Three, Four I walked into a door Five, Six I like to eat sticks Seven, Eight I'm full of hate Nine, Ten My name is not Ben Ten, Nine I'm far from fine Eight, Seven I came from hell not heaven Six, Five Don't punch a beehive Four, Three I saw someone kiss a tree Two, One No more son, he is done 'cause I have a gun...

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What nonet flaunts its lovely derrière? Then sings with sweet, buttermilk sound— with shape fully self-aware, in nine lines? Ass firm, round, curvaceous with flare: and so high, bound for beach wear, and found, here? ...

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