Short Mucked Poems
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THEY...got a "BIG TIME" VICTORY!!!
THEY...kicked the "SNOT" out of YOU and ME!!
OFFENSE..."STALLED," MUCKED the PLAYS COACH CALLED!
HELL BOYS!...no more "CHEERLEADERS" for FREE!!!
Whatever
I tried.
I cried.
I bleed.
Godspeed.
Haunted heart.
Impart.
Tears fall.
Feel small.
Gave up.
Mucked up.
Reality torn.
Well-worn.
Life; death.
no breath.
It’s the devil
By: Nix
Pointing to the cracks
And all that we lack.
It crows out a dark laugh
Cutting one in half
The red slash taunting
No,
It’s not daunting?
Why do they smile at us?
When all we do is fuss
all of them– they're the same
Crying wolf–
We–
we are to blame
Dolling up,
as if it wasn’t
Mucked-up
But of course
the facade must stay
After all—
We wouldn’t want to stray.
My neighbor Mrs. Spree was on a spending spree
She spent million dollars for a talking tree
The tree was a sludge
It was camouflage
She mucked about in muck absolutely free
My neighbor Mrs. Spree (C) rajat kanti chakrabarty
Drool the duck got mad at a bull and whacked up a bee
She was so bad she took the cat for a cup of tea
Cat was a mangler
Upcountry wrangler
Peeved the duck with the muck and mucked her up with a pee
DROOL THE DUCK: Limerick: copyright© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY November 2014
My family is all mucked up she tells her date.
We have multiple diagnoses.
My dad is mentally deranged, a psychopath.
He has probably killed people.
My mom is a freak, she has early onset Alzheimer’s and depression.
My brother is a sociopath, and antisocial.
I am bipolar with dyslexia.
I thought you would want to know before our third date.
We could still date, but you need to know that I am gay,
Her fast-thinking suiter fibbed.
The stars and the moon...glowing bright
Poor Santa...had lost his eyesight
Had a bit of bad luck
When he stepped into muck
Before, he took off...at midnight
The outhouse door...swinging ajar
His glasses, left home...on the bar
So, the reindeer won't sleigh
Because, he smells...that way
So Santa, drove home...in his car
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