Tarantino Poems - Poems about Tarantino

... Demagogue not pedagogue Aghast & agog Perfidious insidious fog Reeks of the past Slog through the smog Musk seeks to flog Earth & its serfs Downed & drowned In his dystopian......

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...Find xanthium' squeeze in a sigh asking a righteous void, hear my entreat hand to heart, in a beggar's sky not just for myself, not just for why... Can a heart devoid of hope seek to find......

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...It wasn't much of a dream One of comeuppance and vengeful acts Having been taken for a fool, I heard the truth when the phone was failed to be hung up (dream), I am annoying (true bit) but the drea......

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...Say You know what they call a burger in the future What I can't believe it's not a burger Because it ain't got no meat or cheese in it It's a bun but that ain't bread as we used to ......

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...It’s May 18th, 2022. I’m poised, alone, heart pounding, in front of my laptop, waiting for courage, my finger hovering over the return key, like a child hoping the timing of my keystroke will bring m......

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... Zotëri Count Dracula is a terrible, Transylvanian host Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down pâté: Fermented, sour liver compost I know, because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino ......

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... Zotëri Count Dracula is a terrible, Transylvanian host Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down fermented, sour liver compost I know because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino sa......

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... Theatre ancient, organic previewing, staging, performing Sophocles, Chekhov, Ray, Tarantino filming, screening, releasing modern, edited Cinema. ----------------------......

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...Western Movies At the Chinese supermarket, they were selling cowboy revolvers with holster very cheap they looked, and I tried one, but it was too light, I have never held a revolver but thought......

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...It’s noisy in here The engines don’t shut down till midnight That’s when the sweating begins The deep human subsystem checks in for the morning Orange lights permeate the dust that rains down An......

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...June is nice, I love the air. I’m just making stuff up, I’m full of it you know. Isn’t it kind of nice to know it? It feels fresh. I have friends that pretend wisdom can be accumulated,......

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