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Sam Mcnamara Poem
Knowledge is power
Unless that knowledge is unfounded
Keep your theories grounded
Listen, open your eyes
Don’t be disguised
By tabloids and social media
They always have a hidden criteria
Don’t be a pawn in the government’s game
Brainwashing you with propaganda that’s lame
Warping your mind
And rearing you away from the facts
They are dirty rats
Riddled with non-intellectual waffle
Watch a documentary
Read a book or journal
For these are part of the kernel
Of knowledge you require
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Sam Mcnamara Poem
3 O’Clock dawns
Naughty night beckons
Bored of the same old
In need of fun
With any old one
Sorry Brides
Sleazy Grindr is looming
One knows you’re just assuming
But I ideally wanna be with someone
Anyway...
Asian chubby walks in
Beary chest, impeccable teeth
Almost like a race horse
Bed, shower, floor
All over
There’s no limits with this wannabe
Casanova....
He leaves
One feels slightly empty and restless
Short hedonistic fix
No long term gain
Only more pain
Love’s bound to prevail soon
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The early drive to the glamorous airport
Looking like rubbish
But feeling great
In the back of one’s mind worrying about
Being late
Suitcases bulging
Genial check-in attendants
People hurdling
Over each other
Chill out people, we’ll be there soon
The turbulence ridden flight
Hideous in its plight
Needs must for an amazing holiday
Some might say
I am totally worthy of getting away
The morsels of Mediterranean food
Are eagerly anticipated by all
The olive oil, the vegetables
The vibrant colours on the plate
It was definitely worth the wait
Silvery oceans glistening in the moonlight
One can only imagine the sight
Creatures bathing in the mineral-clad waters
The golden sands between one’s toes
Dreamily awaiting the mermaid’s close
It was heaven to be alive
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His hair like carefully woven silk
Those eyes so blue
You can see into the soul
It tells many a story
His lips so soft and wholesome
His dress sense unquestionably stylish
The manners
The charm
The wit
Charisma in abundance
As I visually undress him
I wonder what’s under those trousers...
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Crippling anxiety
Tearing away from sobriety
How else do you get through?
Attempting not to give in
Struggling to grin
And bare the macabre
Heart racing
Stomach pacing
It’s like a marathon run
That never ends
Suffocating feeling
Sounds congealing
The scars grow deeper
Running far away
To the sunny rays
Of a paradise free of torture
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