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Primed with tenacity
Predisposed to worry
Performed at a brisk speed
Persistent character
Promotes new ideas
Perserves one's energy
Precures one's future goal
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Fine Head, Great Posture!
By
Tom Wright
There once was a scientist from down under,
Who was predisposed to error and blunder?
In an attempt to clone,
He begat only bone,
And he became known as the Sidney wonder.
Are you qualified
to comment
Are you predisposed
to care
Can your envy
make it better
When you rip
and then you tear
Sleeping
with the devil
The critic
stirs his pot
Trying to recook
the stew
With all the things
— he’s not
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Gates & Mouth’s
(Alike they are in two respects)
Written: by Tom Wright
6/3/06
In truth, both are not found to be oblate
And about gates and mouth’s I’m predisposed.
But both require hinges to operate
And often are open when they should be closed.
We’re here again. They did it with Horst Wessel.
Sometimes it’s best to say, ‘he was a jerk’,
and leave it there. But no, they want a vessel
(forget the human). For the thing to work,
they must invent a grievance that will nestle
in chests already harbouring the quirk.
The predisposed will rise gain to wrestle,
instead of simply burying Charlie Kirk.
never one to play it safe
always bending the rules
always pushing the envelope
using every tool
as I buck the system
fighting predisposed convictions
I don't see this as an affliction
but more of a contradiction
if there is an "out" I'll find it
if there is a line, I'll cross it
if there is a wrong, I'll right it
if there is a border, I'll smudge it
Leprosy
Foolhardy blight that languishes in a musosal drop
Transmitted to the genetically predisposed
That causes dermal cells to mutate
With its tubercle relative to sympathize
Slow surface lesions manifest
And the host begins to realize
Its ancient punishment from the gods
Singled out to be excluded
In colonies for those alike
As microbacterium leprae proceeds to colonize
Apparently I’m just a tool
Destinies fool.
But I refuse the jesters part
Of this proceeding court.
What map has fate graphed?
That stalks my epitaph
What star harbors doom?
The ethereal gloom
Must my ship,
So gallant and fierce,
And blades tip,
Unjustly pierce
The veil of this play
Fates arranged day.
Where can chance ring
Where I can freely sing
My path unfold
My future withhold
My destiny untold.
Form:
I saw my doting mom, approach
with a plate of vomit and fried cockroach,
saying, "Eat this with buzzard dong,
and you'll grow up to be big and strong.
Eat your spam parmesan, a la mode
and salamander nematode,
your casserole of braised rat butts,
sprinkled lightly with scrambled guts.
Tell me - would you be predisposed
if it were slightly decomposed?
How about some lukewarm carrion?"
That's why I'm a vegetarian.
WONDER.
I wonder if there
Is much pain
In annihilation
Across the precipice
Where you learnt to walk.
I wonder if there is
A force installed in fate
Shelling works of your hands
Predisposed for destructions.
I wonder how one feels
Being worshipped
A statue on pedestal
Installed by
The hoarded humanity.
I wonder that if
End of the day
Consumed
In twilight
Finding some
Doorways
Or certain Formations
Leading to
Lesser suffocations.
She knew of all the finer things,
Like candlelight, and snow—
And she knew of love, the people say,
Albeit long ago.
She was rather fond of moonlight,
But of long-stemmed roses, too—
She was likewise fond of autumn,
And its turn of shade, and hue.
She was predisposed to wonder
At the butterfly, and bee—
Till interposed the winter wind,
And then eternity.
And since, she is remembered,
When the autumn breezes blow—
For she knew of love, the people say...
Albeit long ago.
Just as sleep bested my eyes -
There came a looming presence -
Strange and full of mysteries -
That alit upon my rest.
There wasn't a familiar word
Sufficient for such trespass
So silence was the measure
For my unexpected guest.
Time was also dissolved;
Every thought - every breath
Was confounded by a love
I scarcely struggled against
But the hour was growing late
So He flew off to find a heart
More predisposed and awake
And gave me over to the dark.