Short Soiling Poems
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Have you ever been a bad finger flipper
Feels SO good when the situation's a gripper
You'll know when it happens
Stead of soiling your depends
Raise the finger, stead of being a fence sitter
Behold we toiled
Soiling our skins
expending our strength
Breaking our bones
Sweating like covers of hot pots
Toiling, soiling, expending,breaking and sweating
Yet all was vanity and yet would be
Where God toils not with us
Have you ever in your life been a bad finger flipper
Feels REAL good when the situation's a gripper
You'll know when it happens
Stead of soiling your depends
Stand up, send the finger signal, stead of a fence sitter
Have you ever in your life been a bad finger flipper
Feels REAL good when the situation's a gripper
You'll know when it happens
Stead of soiling your depends
Stand up, send the finger salute, stead of a fence sitter
He sat on the seat
nor too plain nor too plush
And when he had finished
he gave it a flush
Down the well went ideas and thoughts
on the ruination society had wrought...
Then he flushed one more time to silence the rant
that he felt like unleashing for soiling his pants
Written: May 28, 2025, for contest by Nette's Color my Mood
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the soiling scowls of cumulus night
the life soars, and the broken locks blight
he shrugged off fears that pull and ignite
embrace a life ~ of ongoing grief and guilt
his hours brimmed with adamant wilt...
Inspiration yields to desperation
with each tick of the clock
underarms damp as the back of your knees
soiling even your frumpy frock...
Time is finite, you know it’s true
though it seems it’s out to choke just you
a thought races past, is it your last
~ an alarm goes off, the die is cast
Writer
This pen feels lifeless in my hand tonight
black blood just refuses to flow
I cannot form the words just right
soiling this page of virgin snow
Scattered about are some older works
phrases and words I scarcely know
ideas that twist like bejeweled dirks
but tonight this flesh proves fallow
One single word, the image forms
pulsing pen scribes to and fro
free will refuses to conform
my hand now can only follow
Sdallen
Find fine excuses for your lateness;
That way you will protect your Greatness:
A Street fight that just ended a life,
A man The beating out of wife,
A purge that vowed to keep you at home,
A drug you took, everything A Dome …
A soiling of your wear by a car,
Your offer to trace some kid afar;
A patient guide to A Drunk who slobbers,
A surfacing of Long-Starving robbers …
They are all Excuses for Lateness
From A-Z, Lies of Finesse.
What madness
We are killing the healers and paying their killers
Bound to the pound and signed our own fate
Consuming its rot confiding in demons
looting the land and soiling the seas
The mother is burning the father is frail
Its shadow is creeping its whispers are vile
The machine it runs rampant its controls are all broken
Our storytellers are paid to swim with its tide
Is this the best we have to offer?
Slogans selling you tomorrow
Some wise-man expounded that a knife and a fork
Seperate men from their simian ancestors
I'm not so sure
Certain people should show
Their true colors
And cram the food straight
Into their face
Ram the grub right
Down their throats
Fingers and all
Grunting
Flatulating
Staring ahead blankly
Streaming grease begins swinging
From a cinderblock chin
Thus soiling their near perfect
Tuxedo
Opposing appendages are great
For ripping flesh from the bone
And fastening bow ties