Short Bung Poems

Jesus loves me, or so I've been told,
but everybody else thinks I'm a total bung hole....

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You do not need to speak our tongue
To remove an oak barrel bung
But to keep life sweet
Do NOT read a tweet
Our President speaks only dung....

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how much suffering, do i need,
for my grasping, nastiness unsung,
how much aching payback, 4 word n deed,
before me spirit's, sprung,

escaping from this pathetic weed,
a hell on earth is yet decreed,
suffering now getting up to speed,
if i preferred, be hung:)

song of one bung lung is sung....

thank you Elizabeth Wesley,
" Emptiness of Living,".... Don...

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Pain, pain, pain
Where the heart in a pain
Love and pain
Bung!  Where the head in a pain
Bung
You pick me in a pain
Bung
And kill me in a pain
No release in a pain
No relief but a pain 
No break for the pain
We begun in a pain
On the path of the pain
Bung
Wounded me in a pain
Coil of pain
Calls pain
Came with pain
Cart of pain
Pull of pain
Mate of pain
Life in pain
Love of pain
Pain, pain, pain...

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There was a nice lady named Bess,
Her age not many could guess,
Because when she put on her face,
Her age did erase,
But left the bathroom a mell of a hess!

Her husband was an electrician for hire,
He sat on a generator and licked a wire,
He toathted hith tongue,
And burnt up hith bung,
And now he always thits fire!

( I'm sorry. I tried hard but could not find any moral to this story.)...

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The lowly boy with tarnished shoes,
walks the streets alone.
A hunger, that aches, ensues, 
whilst drenched, frozen to the bone.

A sad statistic, the truth unfolds
a boy destined to perish, 
knows not what his future holds,
it’s a life we all should cherish. 

Poverty for those so young,
Is heartbreaking to grasp
The rich don’t care, they’ll take that bung, 
As their fortunes they will clasp....

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Yard sale searching

While looking through the rubbish pile, 
Something found did cause a smile.
My fathers broad old razor strap,
Can see him strop his Bengal at.

When I raised his temper, feel,
leather strap, buttocks to heel.
Respect for father’s, worked back then,
On Discipline you could depend.

But all at an end, minority’s descend,
So chaos rules the young,
No penalty now my friend,
Rules have a weak bung lung.

 Yard sale contest   12-june-11...

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Sunshine smile,
it Arctic enamel glows
Crescent grin tropical — 
Antarctica guile

A bright yellow corona skin
is so cold-fusion tan Chernobyl
As Dictator icy wind snow blow,
Democracy curvature bend

Creamy sweet coin promises 
of a silky, tubular tongue
Hanging from a lip bung,
monkey climbers can’t resist

Swing blade lo Banana Republic Appeal, 
it’s a Tyranny meal force fed
Gulag sweet fruit flavor med 
has a sick-o whet, ill monkeyshine feel...

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