Short Technicians Poems
Short Technicians Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Technicians by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Technicians by length and keyword.
I bought a new replacement brain from Amazon
With a lifetime warrantee
delivered and installed by Amazon technicians
in your home
It said on the web site that it was imported
And I now speak a new language
Categories:
technicians, computer, funny, nonsense, technology,
Form:
Free verse
What kind of shampoo do you wash toe hair with?
I can see it now,
No one will care!
Toe hair will become rare.
Bald toes will exist next to dirty nails.
Pale toe wigs will be modeled on squares.
The art of toe hair will be lost!
Foot hair technicians will be replaced,
With toe massagers at every place!
Categories:
technicians, 5th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
I don't fight for the rules. Fools fight
For the right to use tools. Cool nights
Might cause fright for ghouls. Jewel light
Gives us reason for fuels. Cruel sprites
Shed light on shimmering pools.
I do fight for the roles. Politicians pursue
Unsavory goals. Technicians knew
They sold their souls. Conditions grew
Unfavorably for polls. Admissions accrue
Unsavory agency for tolls.
Shattered dreams
In the souls of dead purists
Rest in peace
Categories:
technicians, america, how i feel, political,
Form:
Haibun
Being dyslexic shouldn't be a white technicians affair
or an exile to a specialist boarding school
I haven't an insurmountable problem
I've enough skills already
I have an acute History knowledge
just by discussing it with my Dad
I can tag cars and planes for my drawings
it's annoying being unable to pronounce
words i cant spell
or withstanding my sisters jibes
Yet it is always Mother dearest
coming to my emotional rescue
when the panning got out of hand
Categories:
technicians, angel, anger, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Health care appears to be ill-fated
our country is full of the medicated
bipolar depression with acid reflux
hard to swallow this political muck...
Lets not forget education,
no child left behind was quite an invention
who's child is that,I ask Mister Suit,
all I get is more crap from his poopshoot...
Auditory halls are full of auditions
like a soap box derby of rhetoric technicians
they tell us what we want,so I call em what they are
playable pliable sillyputty politicians....
Categories:
technicians, politicalchild,
Form:
Free verse