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Online Colonoscopy

It's time to
Test the new
The latest in
Technology

No more need
To drink over a
Gallon of foul
Liquid or any

Sorts of pills
To sort through
In fact it's 
Almost

Like a drive thru
Butt in your own
Home butt it's
A bit more

Complicated with
Software butt
What's worse
Is the hard

Drive

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Prohibited Poetry

Test icles
Female dog
Oral stimulation
Wood
Rectal insert
Bulb of the vestibule
Raccoon
Box
Ipipi
Del dool
Dike
Cigarette
Akkineni
Mouthification
Analingus
Fornication Under Consent of the King
Fudge factory worker
Gay
Ejacu late
Fleshy folds of skin
Handwarmer 
Black person ethnic slur
Pene
Rose thorn puncture
Cono
Strange
Sack
Fecal matter
Promiscuous woman
Pluck
Pecho
Obnoxious person
Faighne
Master Baker

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A Semicolon Isn'T a Medical Condition

My Muse
Squeezed
One out

I think
I will
Call

IT

Panagiota

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Mob Rules Rule

I once was
A wasn't

But

Doesn't 
A dozen
Wasn'ts

Add up to
Something

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Witches and More Wood

Yeoman throw 
On another
Faggot
Fuel the
Fire

Yeoman
Throw on
Another
Faggot
To fuel 
The fire

Yoe
Man                                             E
Throw                                     R
On an                                 i
Other                           F
Fag                           e
Got                       h 
    to                 t
        F  U  E  L

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You'Ve Got Alot of Nerve

After shutting off the bedroom 
lights by closing my eyes; I see
sparks of fireworks in my mind
thinking synaptically.

It's not in anyway a day 
to celebrate nor holiday,
so making me more to
think feeding with fuel

thoughts forgotten, now done
brought up from depths not
sought; for caution when
stepping on the edge 

of what's surely the deepest depths
of my mind's sea. Seeing old ideas
again, now as blind creatures that
shine by bioluminosity; for we

all shine on
and on and
on and on...

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Necrophilia

The body pillow
Next to me not
Embalmed but
Stuffed with
Goose down

Holding it close 
To my naked body
I feel no warmth
I must be feeling
Winter's weather

Or thinking 
Thoughts of
Freezing
Geese
That

Got their
Feathers

Plucked

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Shattered Matters

Pick it 
Up that 
There in

Front of 
You then
Throw it

Over 
There
Behind

You where you
Once were
Before

When you 
Stepped out 
Your door and

Walked
Passed
Other

People's glass
Houses all the while
Smiling knowing that you

Threw the first
Stone at
Your

Very

Own

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Soliloquy

Sigh

Someone say
Something

Sate my starving
Synaptic surges

That slowly but
Hopefully won't
Succumb to so
Stated selfless
Self-proclaimed  
Salesmen and 
Women 
Selling

Subjective 
Sylabbic 
Alphabet 
And omega
Steamed
Stodgy
Soup
That 

I seemingly
Stir slightly
Swirling
With a
Spoon
While

Staring
Some
Where
Where
Babel has
Fallen into
Babble but
Silas sings
Off these 
Shackles

So sing
I while
Silent 
Stupid 
Sheeple
Graze on
This page

And no one 
Says anything

Sigh

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Written Yesterday For Today

Me being first
On the scene
Seen by now
By 391 people

My Muse's poetic
Excremental accident
Accidentally left me without
Any comments by those that had

Witnessed
The crime

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Book: Reflection on the Important Things