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Short Crapping Poems

Short Crapping Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Crapping by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Crapping by length and keyword.


Premium Member Where Your Feet Are
Be where your feet are, so you'll always be aware Of where you are, and you will surely be there Now listen to me Ain't crapping thee Coz where you are now, nothing compares
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Categories: crapping, humor,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member Where Your Feet Are
Be where your feet are, so you'll always be aware Of where you are, and you will surely be there Now listen to me Ain't crapping thee Coz where you are now, nothing compares HUH?
...

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Categories: crapping, simple,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member The Rave On
once up on a midnight
clearly...
while i yawned all weak
and...

barely over many a pain
too...
clear volumes from gutt'n
more...

and while i knotted nearly
rapping...
suddenly there came a
crapping...

and a rapping at the door
"this"...
i muttered "be my chamber
only"...

and not
a...
thing
more...


stan sand...

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Categories: crapping, raven, sound,
Form: Free verse
Doublespeak
A life of doublespeak,
Means I think you're weak,
Never mind, (you're a dipstick),
Means,"I don't give a blip,"
Blip happens,
Means, "You're crapping,"
Do stop moaning,
And all your groaning,
Dull contemplation 
of ex manipulation,
Yes, doublespeak,
Means I think you're weak,
'Have a good day', so long,
Who carries why the ex carries on?...

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Categories: crapping, divorce, feelings, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Junket
James Dean junket drive
Up the bend away at Five
Met his end all plaster-fied
The Hollywood pied piper

Hellva lot better Dean
A young-man Diana been
No old man crapping in a diaper

But a trip for the worse
Early turn in a hearse
No fun for fans all screaming

Running at double time
Crossing over the line
Makes an end of your California dreaming...

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Categories: crapping, race,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Ice Cubes From a Crow
Happy step mother's day
Sorry your card is soggy.
I tucked a few ice cubes inside it.
The same ones you spit onto my soul
so many years ago.

{They all see the gentle-gray-haired grandma
and wonder why I keep my distance}.
but I grew up under the ass of that crow {you didn't}
Crapping out ice cubes on my young soul-
I wear the rouge on my psyche as proof....

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Categories: crapping, angst,
Form: Free verse
Praying in the Golden Temple
The slots spin,
the casino’s siren song
bellows its flashy music-box tune.

Click, click, click….

O so close!

“It’s not gambling,” she says,
“it’s just a half-assed prayer
we ritually repeat to a sleeping deity.
one that doesn’t like germy fingers
poking at her all night.

Don’t forget to wash your hands,
they provide restrooms,
for when we are tired
of crapping out
on the craps tables.”...

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Categories: crapping, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Hell's Bells and Everybody Swells
Girl I just want to drink some Shocktops get drunk while crapping all over
My pants with this old man's broken down bowel howl pissing on time's moon
Stumble through another tune where all the ladies swoon acting like a fool his pool
Thinking that he's cool but he had to be me as she in everybody's glee when your at the
Land of gay prairie ? Nobbin on his mic, bobbin on her dike, twist their tails on a gooey trail....

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Categories: crapping, devotion, emotions, love,
Form: I do not know?
Bless the Losers
His luck depends on the roll of the dice.
For most of the night, they are cold as ice.
A twelve, three, or two, crapping out is nothing new.
Seven and eleven naturals are overdue.
Everything is the same in this sleazy joint.
A seven out usually follows the establishment of a point.
His luck is so bad, his situation is so sad.
He has lost just about everything he had.
Money talks in this place, and it says “goodbye”.
Nevertheless, the sucker will be back for another try....

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Categories: crapping, loss
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member 8 Billion Wards of the States
All 8 billion of us
have mental illness
some 
subtly 
so
others profound
its a matter of degree
of shade..

some reach out - adapt
become chefs-CEOS- presidents
others curl inward
cannibalize themselves
crapping out 
psychopaths  
creeping about
raking fangs along 
our plump peace cloud... 

We've emptied asylums
population at critical mass
somebodies gonna crack
lay twisted neck upon the tracks
derailing society
plucking lives
off the vine
before 
they're
ripe...

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Categories: crapping, mental illness,
Form: Free verse

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