Short Most Unpleasant Poems

The mind is a mystery,
a complicated thing,
it makes you who you are,
and documents, where
one has been.

Sometimes it will forget,
and not be able to recall,
the most unpleasant things,
some big, and some small.

Generation to generation,
its traits are being passed,
as down the line of kin,
their recognized very fast....

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The fly lurks around putrid matter,
and delights in savouring human waste.
The distasteful things we love to hate
satisfy his insatiable taste
for foul smelling things that are better
cast in the bin from our very sight.
He does not savour anything right,
he comes to dine without our request
for he is the most unpleasant guest
to find at the table whilst we feast....

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I have a can of wasp and hornet spray on my desk
It says killer on it.
Do I feel guilty?
Not a bit.
Will I use it?
Oh, yes!

During the day the wasps hide out in cracks and crevices.
But when my computer is on at night, they creep out of their places.
Landing on my screen, startling me.
Like flying mice only more deadly.

When they land on my arm I have to resist the urge to swat them.
I have been stung before.
Most unpleasant.

I reach from the green can, 
at the ready....

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