Short Inflammatory Poems
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Limericks by definition are meant to be naughty
Some even say they're meant to be bawdy
So going by the rules
And trying not to drool
Gonna rely on love instead of inflammatory
There are many things to consider
before you Tarzan from tongue to tonsil
down the inflammatory throat of a fugitive fire
pulsing its polyps
on your living room floor;
of which, exactly none, translate at all
to the flat-lining blue found in hospital gowns
or those cowering through
a yellowing brick of recycled
notebook paper.
Have you heard the story,
in all of it's fun and glory.
It is about a young girl named Lori,
she went with a boy named John Dory.
She went running to the lavatory,
was this going to become inflammatory?
Eating blue cheese and old pickles each day,
sitting by the bay.
Her boyfriend John Dory just wanted to play,
she kept saying no way.
Now on her birthday,
she is getting a baby not a blue jay.
Hours nibble at a back strain.
Tenuous strings were tugged
lifting water bottles.
You wonder how weak and fragile
you are. How vulnerable to
those ancient red tides within
that can bend your iron like plasticine,
turn you into a crooked question mark.
Quartered by straining horses,
neural fibers alliterate a thrumming fugue
upon a desiccated elastic band;
one now stretched far too taut.
My sympathies are with anyone who suffers from gout.
It is painful and disheartening without a doubt.
It happens when levels of uric acid increase.
Inflammatory arthritic pain in the joints never cease.
A long list of different drugs are taken every day.
Anyone hopes the medications draw the pain away.
Such a condition can put anyone on the shelf.
I know, because I suffer from it myself.
You the vitriol acid in my veins
the forbidden steroid wasting my heart
you the demon tantalizing my soul
You are my mortal sin.
You the inflammatory infection on my skin
the chaotic dark angel corrupting my peace
you the lord exploiting this worshiper
you are my confound defeat.
You the saccharine addiction
the indestructible weakness
you the worse kind of right
you are my darkest light.
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All Alice wanted
Was to retrieve
The slipper of glass
Birth a beautiful boy
Cry carefree, caring incautiously
Do dangerous things, drive daringly
Endure every broken heart easily
Freely fly away from failure
Gain nothing by giving graciously
Help heal others hearts
Ignore inflammatory implications
Live with long lasting love
Make love to many men
Plan nothing, please plenty
To have taken away
The troubles that tore terribly
That’s all Alice wanted