Short Bulldust Poems

derriere...

the spirit spark within me laughs,
 thinks when death does get his chance,
my mates be there with  bulldust chaff,
for spirit wise, few bloody harps,
perhaps, i should have learned some craft,
but i don't bloody care :)
wingless without a prayer,
the wanderer is where?
some other bugger laughed...
you're on your derriere...
at last….

Don Johnson...

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I know this sounds like a soliloquy,
But why did bulldust men find me?
God made Ratlotto sardonically,
Life's booby prizes always find me,
Now 70 years old is the new young,
O God of funster fun,
Is it them or me?
Yes indeed, my soliloquy,
Is it them or doormat me?
Whinging is fun for us,
No one's listening to this fuss,
Dear God of Ratlotto's booby prizes,
Any more masculine surprises?...

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On bliss and your bulldust.....
To talk bulldust,
You feel you must,
Aeons of timeless bliss,
Stemming from a secret kiss,
Your emotional manipulation,
Napoleon and his satisfaction,
Our mutual benefits,
Subterfuge and tacit bliss,
A garden of happy memories,
Daily we plant new love trees,
To talk to me bulldust,
You feel you must,
I don't know why you I trust,
My verse to bliss and your bulldust....

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