Sitcoms Poems - Poems about Sitcoms

...A trunkful of recyclables patiently awaits, (and cries out long day's journey into night, no...not for Eugene O'Neill), but rather being distributed in their respective bins at Wegmans Under t......

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... we were young and dumb, but not reckless, two boys skimming the edge of fear, a twenty-year-old shadow and his seventeen-year-old brother, riding the spine of Interstate Ten, from Tallahassee......

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...I met an old man in Atlantic City, in a library by the shore Through the glass, the ocean shimmered, he couldn't ask for more He said he'd been retired since his wife had passed away His kid......

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... I've gambled all my money once, the feelings keeps tingling me, every time I throw my self at it it just takes a hold and flings me off the cliff. I gambled once, but the taste forever more, ......

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...I AM AWAKE, LATE, ON A PARTICULAR NIGHT...AND I FIND MYSELF STROLLING THROUGH FOOTAGE OF 70's SITCOMS... I WELCOMINGLY COME ACROSS AN ICON! DEAR MS. ESTER~ YOUR IMPACT, ESSENCE OF YOUR EARTH......

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...From ashes of Sokovia, a twin sister rose, With powers of chaos and psionic flows, Wanda they called her, tethered spirit unfurled, As women before her, she reckoned this world. Her pain born ......

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...Jerry Comedian rarely contrary. Among his wacky friends, the voice of reason. Still he got tossed in jail with them in their final season Elaine Confident and vain, she could be a pain. Alth......

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...The dead want to talk to me about stupid things. like, does ‘Chick-Fi-A’ still make spicy sandwiches? I thought the dead could walk through walls and see our thoughts; apparently they a......

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...The day my life went whacko, I woke up bumfuzzled. To this day, I can’t tell you why I was so puzzled. First I put instant oatmeal in my coffee maker; I made sure I selected my favorite, Quaker! ......

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...i've grown weary of this story growing weary of this frame oh so weary of this cosmos in which I got this name and I can't remember why I came I'm fearful for the leaving can't seem to ......

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...These days I feel as if I'm being consumed by worry and uncertainty. Unsure of exactly what to do or whom to see regarding issues of my health has robbed me of the calm that once cradled me in......

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...He seems to love the sound of his own voice, and if he does not get his way, he balks. A hug from him would make his gal rejoice, yet little of affection does he give. For love of science he will......

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...Only once did my Dad forget to pick me up when young while I finished my job at the grocery store, and since I didn't have a phone walked the 10 miles in the heat with my thoughts all alone o......

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...You know the ones, they are usually smiling and creating some fun, be it the class clown or a family member, a joker at work who you'll always remember, Jerry Lewis in the Nutty Professor, ......

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...It's five o'clock, she checks her watch, at last the work day's done Her forehead pounds, a coke is found, she gulps two aspirin down Walking through the parking lot, a cell phone to her ear Three......

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