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Vincent Procopio Poem
I’ll one day plant
An herb garden
Just for you
The various herbs
You may feel
Overwhelmed by, at first
Though do not fret…
As the herbs mean
No harm, of course
Why do herbs exist?
Why are they so comforting…
So flavorful?
The answers you seek, I’m afraid
Will continue to elude you…
I’m sorry.
Take no offense, kind individual…
The herbs wish you well
And love you
Vincent Procopio
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Nervous Purvis, why so quirky?
I’m losin’ my hair and the future’s lookin’ murky
Nervous Purvis, why the twisted scowl?
No woody here, just a slim little dowel
Nervous Purvis, why can’t you score?
I’m wearin’ silly drawers and I eat off the floor
Nervous Purvis, why blame it on the Man?
Cuz he’s real bossy and kicks me in the can
Nervous Purvis, why the dirty pants?
I wore ‘em to bed while reading Judith Krantz
Nervous Purvis, why not make a change?
Cuz I like sittin’ pretty and scratchin’ my mange
Nervous Purvis, you could be so much!
Like paying for meals and housing and such?
Nervous Purvis, why the dirty nails?
Been slurpin’ on felch and fillin’ diaper pails
Nervous Purvis, you’ll never fit in!
On with ya, donkus, and wipe off your chin!
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Poultry farm chaos
Chicken-lickin’ you
Sweet and sour future
Henhouse flurry
Henpecked and handpacked
Epistle of gristle
Cellophane stiffy
Wishbone hope?
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Smells like power
But tastes like chicken
Administrative duties
Make my pulse quicken
Repression wears a tie
Arrogance sports hose
Make Bossy smile
That’s how the garden grows
Timeclock sphincter
Clamped down tight
Constipation of thought
Absence of light
Artistic fire snuffed
Sculptor’s hand inert
Bottom line worship
Trade the smock for the shirt
Corporate aorta
Chocked with fat pride
With toad-lust for power
Freedom must collide
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Dirty scowling crone
Old as the wind
Tear-stained cheeks
Sadness of knowing
Shuffling quietly
Through twisted shadows
She is darker than night
Darker than you
Stony chill of her breath
Whistling across
Withered yellow lips
The foulest of crypts
Hating eyes
Hating you
Earthen pits of decay
Windows to oblivion
Embracing you…
Twitching, dying bats
Scurrying, gnawing rats
Screaming, slicing cats
Don’t look
Don’t watch
Don’t see
Don’t know
Ever
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Ahh yes, our friend of course, the Pancake
Fluffy and accommodating
A stack of love for you and me
Ffffff..flip it! Yeah!
I pour you on a hot griddle
A light-brown face
Of total acceptance
Yes, of course, I’ll have another
Please love me
Like I love you
Your varied shapes
I gobble up, always grateful
A friend with a riddle
A friend on the griddle
I’ll never forget you
Our friend… the Pancake
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RuthlessRack Panzer’ttack
GonadBurst BratwurstCursed
GameteShear RivalCheer
PainfulShout DourKraut
NeuterCord ShooterBored
CoinClockDrought GroinDocOut
BarrenLoin CharonCoin
SeedBlock BreedLock
LoinClothSloth InertBroth
VasDeferens ChasteReference
TesteRest BlessedWithBreast
ForestBlack SchnappyLack
KaiserKermit PoutyHermit
FatherLand GenericBrand
LostYourGland McNallyRand
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Stinking, dirty money
Foul, festering money
Putrid, gassy money
Rotten, disgusting money
Oppressing, cruel money
Castigating, merciless money
Admonishing, finger-wagging money
Subjugating, stone-faced money
Aah, money…
That your kiss is so sweet,
Your embrace so sensuous,
Your possibilities so tempting…
I am dirty with your scent
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Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Spacklefudge grinny
Sloppin’ down my chinny
In it to winny!
Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Butternut cream
Smeary goo team
Gurgly dream
Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Spittin’ out sass
Unburdened by class
Dirty hall pass
Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Twisted face covered
Misty-place lover
Never recovered
More chocky please
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Hey Frank!
Don’tcha keep
Servin’ up
Them storks
Yeah, Frank, you…
Stop it!
Ya can’t cook
Stork
Shut her down
Board her up
Set ‘em free
Sorry Frank!
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