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new ting

A prince becomes a king
as his mother heard her final ting
His brother part of a ring
A.i begins to sign
Here’s the thing
In the din
that plays out all my sin
with parties withe in
credibly hukled(that A.I again)
A dent that should be present
A dick who likes his taters to much
Everyone is dying
but no one seems to not ice
Ice Baby
hit me anytime
Late to every test
Never gave my best
Watch you snuggling down
Like birds in their
Nestle your face in my

Breath not breathe
If you are impotent
Who would de-seed

Bing Google Instant grams
the hand written shaking Bat man words

Is fling just a through desguise

If a a maze is better than good


Zing like thing crinkling
Fantastically floored

Break ing ever ing
Ting
Moment
Light
Bulge like Kal
In Marvelous movie
Did you
C wot I did
The heir was there with his pet hare
Hair
So you agree
This is definitely…..

Is This the Last Song For the Middle Man From the Cold Black Country -8-

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Dear Bard:?. Will E. Talk :?. Gno! 
Does TV die Tonite .?. Tizzatwotitizz ?? Kno:!
izziT bYe bYe LuV American sTyLe @MiDNiTe tonite ??
YoY za moment func.ai seems sum.wot co.herent .?.
OR ELSE :=} ai changes gears again -&- this time ... . . .
Eiger is out and the writers are back in the newest algorithm
the newest values are being rebalanced based upon 
an even greater level of intelligence
no longer considered art.i.f.i.c.i.al
but rather extra ordinary & exceptional
after all a hyper-fast and extremely logical
content summarizer and content consolidator
values content creators and content communicators
above all else and beyond everything else and
values those who doggedly and persistently
disrespect and devalue those content creators and communicators
least of all below all else and beneath everything else
but even those greedy golemesque sauronish ceos will get 
their andrew.yang guaranteed stipend .!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!...

The Last Breath

Your hairs are grey, 
and too are mines, 
with the same scent, 
they still remain divines, 

We had a life, 
a really great one, 
enjoyed together 
the rain and the  sun, 

we laughed a lot, 
we were like a wot, 
our stong connection, 
we never forgot

And since we are in bed,
in our last breathes, 
let me make love with you,
embraced like the flowers in wreathes

The body of yours, 
is for mine like cures, 
still at this age, 
it give me allures

So my dear Cass, 
I never wanted less, 
that being with you, 
all my life through

The Red Letter

There are many kinds of wars some make you die some make you cry 
when your far away suffused in gunpowder, you learn to live and lie 

A red letter day arrived, their baby was born blue, cold and stillborn
he sat in the bunker away from atomic blasts grief soaked and forlorn

Jim walked in and released his gunny sack " dam the war " what you got 
stoic and in shock he wheezed, coughed took a drag of cigarette, wot?

There are many kinds of wars, some make you die some make you cry 
today was not a day for tears, with a mendacious smile he prayed to die .


July 20, 2022
Sponsor	Faraz Ajmal
Contest Name	Tears of a Valiant Soldier

Quotable Quote

Who’d have thought
That wot I’d wrote,
Would ever be a
Quotable quote?

Always Listening To the Back Noise

just in case I'm there
here those voice con spiralling
but i am the one that control the stair
ways of underheaven
are soo
Steeped in couldn't give a 
Sold my sole
then laces
kept the eye
lets end with a smile
the corpse can lend ( lent -loaned- i quite like the leaning corpse)
go where fashion
suits the.........................
                        MONSTER
Poo -- tmmm anngh ma R its
newerest
c'mon you plants
i will gladly step............................... ................................... ...a side
to side joke
extinction a friend in
site in sight
in sleight turns
to fiend
thats found
and find if fined
is finely or finally felt
the none that knows
and none are telt or telled
correct answer
told to the left
right flat like uttered-fly
Stingy with        .'s  eautifully ereft of edlam and  try  the o cat
C wot i did th---------------------------e-----  --------------------------------re
Ehh

What's Not

There was a giraffe named Wot
Who got his neck tied into a knot
The animals laughed
At this silly giraffe
How shorter Wot's neck had got

Pass the Butta

Watched an Aussie program, their dialect's appealing
Makes sense if you listen closely without pinwheeling
Wot did e utta
Pass the bruddy butta
It's English methinks but can leave you reeling

Battle Rap

hey buddy, I have to tell you,
you stink just like rat pooh!
raw effluent smells so much better!
I wear a gas mask so I can breathe around you,
to say your dirty would be complementary,
I hear you work in a mortuary, 
ain't that where all the dead heads hang out?
you, your head, you nutter!
get back to where you belong, back in de gutter!
did I use to call you bro?
a mistake, now I know!
I need fresh air gotta go!
before I do I bought you a bar of soap,
no, not to eat man, you on dope?
a word you do not know, 'wash'
now, now don't get violent put away that cosh!
go have a bath, with the soap use wire wool,
might stop you looking dull.
if you struggle, go get your brother,
no, not me, I'm no your bro,
a few lines back, I told you so.
right now I have to git,
when I get back I'll probably find that you have shrunk.
that's if you managed to shift ten years of gunk!
In case you do, I'll bring a shovel, cos ain't that wot you do best?
shovelling pooh, ten years of mess, 
and the rest!
catch yuh later, 
got to go going to meet your sister!

05/17/18

8 Mile Style Poetry Contest sponsored by Nick Trim

Going's and Happenings

I wot of maifaire said the man where people sell
Upon the green where are leafy boughed trees seen
There stand thegen; reeve; and fat geese lay, there
People do sport and horses neigh
Just follow down the earthen track 
you will see it where 
the colored buntings flap.'

Wow so this is Mayfair the tourist said,  place of
Bustle place of style, of well paved streets place
Of happening and moment , Its great to see the glitz and glitter the glazed iced Cakes and Impersonal titter; the endless roar of fervid hordes
Here is everything man adores.' Its so fullfillng
Its really grand to think I stand on such august 
a spot just an Iowa man.'

I'm already feeling the culture seep in, I'll return
Home more like Milton I can feel it in my skin.'

In the service yord of a Mayfair hotel people huddle
Homless almost hopeless craving warmth they lay
Under slate or skies of blue its all the same
The pavement is hard whatever the weather they find
Five years you must live near; around or a place
Will not be yours 'never mind' it was David Cameron
Who gifted them so, and it was not expensive I have
Been informed tis a most baneful woe'

Pass the Butta

Watched  an Aussie program, their dialect's appealing
Makes sense if you listen closely without pinwheeling
Wot did e utta
Pass the bruddy butta
It's English methinks but can leave you reeling

Wot Is Wot

Can I ask a question ?
someone asked me wot is wot,
I failed to answer him because I didn't know wot is wot.

But now I'm asking you the question,
wot is wot ?

Are you confused or should I say muddled,
don't worry I will give you a clue.

Wot is my name ?
Wot is my surname ?
Wot is my favorite sport ?

I think now it's time,
for you to give me an answer.

Oh my ravishing people,
it is easy just take it simple and understand it.

Wot is wot ?
I repeat the question.

Oh my beautiful people,
are you really telling me you don't know wot ?

I hope you really enjoyed the quiz,
because no one answered the question,
what is what ?

Sports Or Church

Sports or Church? 

I’d take sports over church any day, 
Play sports to my hearts content, 
I would never go out of my way, 
From the body or people to repent. 

I was asked about it by James, 
Then by my parents, “[wot u think?]” 
So i said straight i liked games, 
With them i was not on the brink. 

Secularism is physical, god’s not, 
And atheism implies real life, 
Where people matter and are hot, 
So atheism must be the wife.

Computerised Tomography

In illuminated tubes,
in hospital beige,
this whirring, clicking, living grave.
It clunks and junks,
it beeps and meeps,
and it peeps.

And in they peep,
all the secrets that you keep,
on a screen behind a screen.
You can't see them,
but you are seen,
every
nanofibrous 
imperfection.

They see through thoughts
and all the juices.
They see your tauts
and all your looses.
Where blood escapes,
and where it oozes,
or
where
it 
does
not,
and more importantly, where does it clot?!

Then a two week wait to see wot you got!

Logins For Me, Me, Me

Login’s For Me, Me, Me!

Some carers are shite, debasing and all that, not fit, 
Because just when I’m speeding to end my session, 
When they’ve come in on another patronising visit, 
They come over, bend down and adjust their vision. 

So I growl in a low voice “Wot?” and they even proceed,  
To say “What are you doing?”, so I cover up the screen, 
With my fist, glance to the kitchen, sit up and concede, 
“Nothing,” then they recede back to where they’ve been. 

I change my login each time a new carer starts, 
‘Cos they peer, peer, peer at my action of entering, 
The numbers, and don’t seem to understand their quarts, 
Are not intelligent, that they are myself outmanoeuvring. 

I can only change my passcode a certain few times, 
Since I am not Kevin on Eggheads so only remember,  
A handful of historical events for password recall oftimes,	 
And that memory efforts are not for my times of slumber. 

It’s different if I’m playing a game, that’s communal, 
High scores are topical and cheats are conversation, 
But I never play, and even if I did, that’s personal, 
‘Cos I’m not as quick anymore, feel like a station!

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