Short Villainy Poems

I'd like to see
A world that's free
From villainy....

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Into the badlands I must flee
escaping those who wish me ill.
Good judgement failed me, now I see,
into the badlands I must flee.
O wretched hand, such villainy
in one rash act that haunts me still -
into the badlands I must flee
escaping those who wish me ill.


Written 3 Nov 2020...

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Only the children and the pure
 realize what is to live...
The pure does not live in the shadows
kids does not frame bombs...
The pure realizes the future
guarding innocence
from when they were kids...
Children deserves the future
 with no scares and no villainy
So let's save the purity
to deserve the dignity
of the pure and of children
let's learn to live
for God sake!...

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She said she had stopped loving me long ago
Now, her goal was to make me miserable,
Not the least of kind affections does she show
And her villainy is far more than considerable,
It seemed to start after our first year of bliss
Which is something I will surely always miss.

Enough! Enough, I say, of this utter travesty
For it is clear enough, she is worthless to me!

written December 15, 2021...

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Itz,

cigar litany,

sun-glass villainy,

functional function-ability-

operating a pertinence undue to the mean-streak-

my man was a real porter but not so Greek-

hella' greedy like the weak,

hairy in ecstasy,

sternly speeding within his hoarse feet,

he'd leverage the wage against a narrowing bridge,
fitting neatly into scenes,

he'd soccer around his thing to bring out the majority of me....

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Pay Shylock his pound
of flesh, give Richard his horse,
let Juliet love anew.

Let go of the ghost - 
Shakespeare’s doomed heroes
- pronounce them all dead.

Fight no more battles,
release strings so puppets 
finish their dance.

Dismiss the actors,
set horses to pasture,
lower the curtains.

Ever-refreshed
villainy, once banished,
has taken new stage.

Human suffering, 
in concert - you won't miss it
- it comes to you....

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What do you remember when you look at me? 
 Can you even say, objectively? 
 I'm sure it's not a symphony.
 A tranquil sea, or being free.
 I probably remind you more of anarchy... Of villainy...
 My memories consists of acidity, with a touch of futility...
 Perhaps scathing dishonesty.
 I'll remember you mostly fondly. 
 Not saintly, blandly, nor blissfully...
 And at the risk of me being a mere fallacy, all I ask is that you remember me......

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