Shiftless Poems - Poems about Shiftless

...i can't sleep nor eat until i finish this i need to finish so i can eat or sleep or do whatever whatever came and i cant stand being so shiftless ugh i need to finish this so i can start doing s......

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...Many British thermal units* later Vice linkedin to carnal flesh this writer, (a married heterosexual doofus, – whose alter egos named and highlighted courtesy Gallant and Goofus) attones ......

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... here I am in human form but it was not always quite so earth has been the only I've been to through past life regressions I definitely know ---------- Sometimes flashes of my ch......

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...I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks..., (a poor excuse for legs), and get me the latest sophisticated prosthetics advancements, whereat integration of cultured stem cells into custom made......

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...Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks... studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe My utmost humblest apology for inducing the following cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium, but ......

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...“toll tell tale” you’re the dead ringer i the shiftless nightshift dweller listlessly listening for thee......

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...We were both seniors, but he was some 21 years my senior. Ken was A most dear friend who passed away a couple of years ago. I was spilling my heart out to him one day as we drove along in the v......

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... shiftless louies constant wish for a new satellite dish made his wife stammer in her best grammar come home once you caught a fish. ......

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...Thunderous, roaring, booming, deafening A hit so good got 'em begging Begging for more, just pulling 'em in with magnetism Hitting so LOUD causing astigmatism Now, vision for the future is di......

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...The Night Before Friends, I thought I would re-post this for the holiday season for a little chuckle! T 'was the night before Christmas and all through the house You can hear the wife calli......

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...When I was young I had dreams,  dreams to go here and there. ......

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...Social media on fleek Prolific likes and praise we seek Knowledge of 'SELF' is as distant as a stranger in the night A nomad in a dark, desolate land so void of divine light Social distancin......

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...Ode To A Mammogram Checking the calendar for appointments to be made I come across a giant circle that I placed there yearly take another day off work and dress for the parade I’ve lost a lis......

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...Friends, I thought I would re-post this for the holiday season T 'was the night before Christmas and all through the house You can hear the wife calling me a louse The stocking are hung on the ......

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...Walking in curiosity's footprints, I wander through life like a beachcomber. But I place wit above trinkets and chintz, seeking thinkers and poets like Homer. Many see me as a shiftless r......

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