Short Undercut Poems
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umbrella unicorn underling understood utilizing Utopia
unless uncle Ulrich urged Uranus to undercut unicorn’s union
Union’s underground ugly units united umbrella unicorns
Unitarianism under siege, undercoated Uncle Ulrich,
undetermined units urged umbrella unicorn to unionize.
Think about this…
Emails now prove thousands of doctor’s reported medicines
That were proven successful for Covid to Fauci at the CDC
He ignored all of this as hundreds of thousands of people died
So truthfully, he undercut President Trump as media praised him
Then, President Trump was blamed for all the deaths!
Heidi Sands
6/7/21
A slow death marinated.
In half-prayer and long goodbyes.
So much suffering on this cobblestone of lies.
To think it all began with a silky lullaby.
The Faries and unicorns soon drift from our lives.
Replaced by tarry intentions.
Oozing from cinderblock faces.
Bridges of hope undercut by trolls.
Silky dreams slip into eclipse.
The sun's last breath kisses the necrosed lips of our nothingness.
Cats and rat and coconut.
Dancing off each stomach gut.
I would join them undercut.
They might flitter, fuss and frut.
Inner door not firmly shut?
Glad I am not in their rut.
Cats live dancing in the strut.
Rat ran off and showed his butt.
Coconut hides in the grass hut.
Likeable butt-in-sky mallard mutt.
Runs to me with a tut, tut, tut.
Cats and rat and coconut.
Delight me with their loud putt-putt.
I’m trying to be positive
But deep inside my gut
A chorus filled with “not again!”
Is there to undercut.
I check the undecideds
As the numbers fluctuate
And know there’s nothing we can do
Except to sit and wait.
The country’s riven clean in half,
The red states and the blue.
We aren’t the United States,
For unity’s taboo.
We’re holding our collective breath
And clinging to our hope
That when the votes are tallied up,
The losing half can cope.
Contract hey
Santas on the thunderbox,
Contract given to George Knox,
He bid 20cents a tin ,
To bring the crappy nightsoil in.
Crumbob poo had made his bid,
He only had 14 kids,
25 cents a tin was it,
undercut by another half wit,
Great farting in your underjocks,
when Tarring the tins for the thunderbox
Moral of this story crude,
Contracts won by the lower dude,
How to force the wages down,
Come in sucker it’s your frown
The system has you screwed…
Don Johnson