Short Steroid Poems

Memory…
   the historic steroid
    —of an enlightened past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)...

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Is it me? Am I paranoid?
Take to me, fill my void
Listen, like a humanoid
Run to me, fast as an asteroid

 Worries, avoid
Your love, steroid
Stress, devoid
Your love, opioid...

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Barry out-homered Hank
His inspiration? May I be frank?
'Twas McCartney and Lennon and the poem they penned
"I get high with a little help from my friends"

***Hammerin' Hank was Hank Aaron's nickname...Barry Bonds broke his all-time home run record "with a little help" from his steroid friends...

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How is it am hearing my name in my head?
Come to me, come to me, come to me
This is consistent am getting disturbed
Could it be the angels are calling me for a lunch in heaven?
Could it be am getting paranoid when not on steroid?
Checking very closely; I found something else.
There are voices in my head that don't understand me
They keep re-dialling as I refuse to pick their call....

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Went to the doctor for my sinus infection,
gave me a steroid shot with good intentions,
woke up today with a mustache and beard,
my voice an octave lower which I feared,

Am going to work soon with my new look,
wonder if they'll think I'm an incognito kook,
hopefully they'll accept my new hirsutism and voice,
because frankly I don't think they have much of a choice!!




2-10-17...

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It’s every farm-fed turkey’s yearly dread –
an ungobbeble holocaust, it’s said
when every steroid injected turkey breast
inflates to unnaturally grotesque.
And, please, don’t mention Lincoln’s name,
to every turkey a man of infamy and shame.
For though he emancipated many slaves,
for which they applaud and praise,
yet he decreed the darkest day for turkeys
by sending millions to their yearly gravies....

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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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Misty sleeting engaging sprinkles
Drops of mornings dews
Gales waters tinkles
Water droplets sun embraced rainbow hues
Rain

Silent Sea breeze sprinkling
I crave the silent splendid breeze
Tradewind showering
I hear the mountains sneeze

The clapping steroid seasoning
Waterspout
Nature's faucet turned on flowing
When will, when will the rain
Stop

5/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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food pyramids, the gustatory embrace of cow eating senators 
bucking their allies.
So maybe the consumption of steroid pesticides 
truncates our ambition to swiftly move. 
No matter, there's wheelchairs, elevators, and highways
 to support the ride. 
Its all hearsay but there's definitely 
a hidden hand in school lunches. 
Maybe ranting across the state assembly 
to get their balding hairdoes in check 
and write some worlds 
that will help us understand our appetites...

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