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i only know if i wasnt the author i would read it

i only know if i wasn't the author i would read it

DO YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND THAT WE HAD A FATHER AND SON PRESIDENTS WHO USED THE WORD "NUCULAR" TWO PREIDENSTS THEIR ADVISORS MUST HAVE BEEN AFRAID TO TELL 'EM AIN'T NO SUCH WORD, LOOK IT UP, IT IS ONLY nuclear AND A THIRD OF THIS ROOM PROBABLY VOTED REPUBLICAN, OH, I CALL THEM REPUBLICANT'S AND DEMOCRAPS MY ONLY PARTY IS WHEN WE'RE PASSING AROUND A SPLIFF AND WHEN I FIND ONE THAT WILL LEGALIZE STUPH I LIKE

i do not see this posted to the second power

i do not see this posted to the second power

i ain't got time.....the b*tch who owns the Lexus and is treating me to a steak dinner is honking like crazy byyyyeeeee!

AL DI LA MY LOVE

AL DI LA MY LOVE

I TOLD JUDY NOT TO GO IN THE CAR WITH GENE ON ACID, BUT SHE WENT...AND MY LOVER RETURNED IN PIECES

breakfast AINT eggs BENEDICT THATS FOR SURE

breakfast AIN'T eggs BENEDICT THAT'S FOR SURE

THEY SERVED CALVES LIVER AT LEAST TWO TIMES A WEEK AND IT WAS RIGHT NEAR WHERE TIMOTHY LEARY WAS STAYING FOR THE SUMMER UP-STATE N.Y.

T H E H E A V E N T I E S

T H E H E A V E N T I E S

EVERYTHING BUT SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER, I GAVE THAT TO BETTY BRAZIL

read it and see the title it doesnt fit

read it and see the title it doesn't fit

what do you call a thousand lawyers chained at the bottom of the ocean? A GOOD START

A M A T T E R O F G R A V I T Y

A M A T T E R O F G R A V I T Y

i guess the dude didn't dig himself

just ABE solomon AND you

just ABE solomon AND you

well, i always do things only half correct so i'll probably die of semi-colon cancer

MeEt tHe stReEt

MeEt tHe stReEt

it's tough living on the street when you're 18 and stealing slim jims jim's for dinner and a peach for breakfast. Lunch was indeterminate

sHadoWS Of shAMe

sHadoWS Of shAMe

it brngs back mories of being nineteen sitting in The Walorf Astoria looking for the perfect mark. and i did!

forgive

forgive

for give, for giving the whole world seems forgiven for living these ends to extremes for give me mine indiscretions that seemed so benign i nearly fell flat forgive me my will that hard hit the wall hardened me until i forgot to recal

casing affections

casing affections

whether in deep of dark whether brightest of noonday there's always eyes askance casing out the come-what-may checking angles broadly obtuse to meaning of some stances and other sideways glances seeing what they can deduce dressed in blac

COULD FLIPPER HAVE BEEN JACK THE RIPPER

COULD FLIPPER HAVE BEEN JACK THE RIPPER?

I JUST WANT HER TO SAVE SPARE CHANGE IN A COFFEE CAN SO WHEN I NEED BAIL IT WILL BE THERE, THAT'S ALLS I'M SAYIN'

does anyone know a good recipe for aardvark

does anyone know a good recipe for aardvark?

because i caught this here aardvark and it must be good fer sumptin'

Enlightened

Enlightened

A few weeks ago, I had a epiphany. Someone or something turned off the dark, and brought my life back into the light. This is my story in a poem.

finish my poem

finish my poem

That's as far as I got

SHES STILL HONKING

SHE'S STILL HONKING

I CAN'T I'VE KEPT THAT LADY WAITING BECAUSE YOU KNOW HOW ONE JOINT TURNS INTO TWO, AND THREE

have you ever seen two slugs coppulate

have you ever seen two slugs coppulate?

because no one else but me knows what losing a lover is like, and only me

THE THIRD world weeps FIRST

THE THIRD world weeps FIRST

BECAUSE THOSE PEOPLE NEED A HUG

if u cross a canteloupe and a collie dog u get a

if u cross a canteloupe and a collie dog u get a

i can't tell you right now....a rich lady with blinders on is outside honking me to come down...i'll tell you some other time

the pres the pope and a dope

the pres, the pope and a dope

SAVIOR YEAH MY SAVIOR COMES IN GLASSINE ENVELOPES FOR TEN BUX A POP ON MARTIN LUTHER KING BLVD...THAT'S NO INSULT...EVEN THE GENIUS CHRIS ROCK SAID "IF YOU GET TO A NEW HOOD AND DON'T NO NOWHERE TO COP CRACK JUST GO TO THE NEAREST MARTIN LUTER KING BLVD.s IN EVERY CITY, TOWN OR PLANET

hey doc your daughter makes MINE LIKE a rock

hey doc, your daughter makes MINE LIKE a rock

this poem was written by a 63 year old man who have buried seven pshychiatrists who provided me with what i needed to reach 63,if i was careful

THIS MUSIC IS SO LOUD DID YOU SAY SHES RICH

THIS MUSIC IS SO LOUD, DID YOU SAY SHE'S RICH?

THE MUSIC MADE ME DO IT i'm not kidding, the ghost of Lawrece Welk compelled me to write this so i did...i do everything larry tells me to do

DID will BILL and GILL get THERE pill

DID will, BILL, and GILL get THERE pill?

because a ferocious looking black dog i heard in my head kept demanding "go write poem, go write home, oh, and the dog's nme was SAM and i hear tell, he had a son named Sam

i write 15 poems in a day and u bury THEM

i write 15 poems in a day and u bury THEM!!!!

FRET NOT I ONLY SAID THAT ABOUT BURYING ME BBCAUSE I NEED AN EXCUSE FOR HAVE 3 PEOPLE A NIGHT READ FROM 13-15 POEMS

I TAUGHT JAMES DEAN HOW TO BE COOL

I TAUGHT JAMES DEAN HOW TO BE COOL

YEAH, I MUST HAVE BEEN ABOUT FOUR OR FIVE AND JAMES DEAN WRITES ME TO REQUEST THAT I TEACH HIM HOW TO BE COOL. HEY, I'M SO COOL HOW COULD I SAY NO, BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE UN-COOL

MEETNG THE DUDE WOULD BE A GAS MAN

MEETNG THE DUDE WOULD BE A GAS, MAN!

come to think of it, when i left my wife after 26 arduous years i would have gone to prison but instead Denise rescued me WE ARE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE

i use 120 045 profane VERBAGE now will u read me

i use 120,045 profane VERBAGE, now will u read me?

ALL RIGHT...I LIED ABOUT THE PROFANITY, I'LL WORRY ABOUT MY MORALITY AND YOU WORRY ABOUT YOUR VANITY (NOT THE ONE IN THE REST ROOM)

MODIFYING an ADJECTIVE OR OBJECTIVE

MODIFYING an ADJECTIVE, OR OBJECTIVE

THIS POEM IS ABOUT THE WORD ABOUT, I MEAN IF YOU SAY IT FAST 3,287 TIMES IT DOESN'T SOUND RIGHT

i know this KIND not the KIND KIND

i know this KIND, not the KIND KIND

I WAS MOVED TO WRITE THIS POEM IN HONOR OF HONORABLE MEN, AS FOR ME I AM ONLY VENERABLE (WHATEVER THE HELL THAT IS) ~free!~

tall PHAWL DOWN

tall PHAWL DOWN

I WAS THINKING ABOUT A TOY, A LOT OF YOU MUST REMEMBER THE ERECTOR SET, AND I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT MY HELICOPTER LOOKED MORE LIKE A PRAYING MANTIS. BUT AS IRONY WOULD HAVE IT I NOW DRIVE A SAKORSKY 142 FOR THE CONNECTICUT HIGHWAY PATROL....NO, I'M ONLY KIDDING, I JUST PLAY ONE ON T.V. ~free cee!~

someTHing abOUt rOyAlty or SOmeTHing

someTHing abOUt rOyAlty or SOmeTHing

because i was sitting under a weepig willow with my willowy woman next to me and we heard doves who knew she and i were in love and then one of them crapped on my lover's platinum blonde hair

CHICKEN LITTLE MIGHT BE RIGHT after all

CHICKEN LITTLE MIGHT BE RIGHT after all!

i wrote this because it is my belief that we are all doomed to hell, and heaven is going to go out of business due to bankruptcy!

i aint alyin ill KILL diS here lion

i ain't a'lyin i'll KILL diS here lion

this poem was written because someone dressed sort of like The Green Lantern held a gun to my head and threatened to waste my brain (hollow as it may be) if i didn't write this poem. OKAY BIG SHOTS, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE? google water charity see what $20 can do thanks ~free cee!~

HIDE and go WEAK SUM UV U PARENTS NEED TO READ TH

HIDE and go WEAK (SUM UV U PARENTS NEED TO READ TH

people say "not my precious little laura" until it's their pecious little laura

teef tsrst daed

teef tsrst daed

this is free's whatever he deems me de jour and i would just like you all to pray that tomorrow free wakes up anyone else except him again, that would be a favor for both of us Carrie Anne Perfection

shud n e 1 read this their PARAKEET will DIE

shud n e 1 read this their PARAKEET will DIE

I DON'T REALY SEE ANY PARAKEETS DIE JUST CUZ PEOPLE WUD READ MY STUPH ~free!~

THE PRODIGAL S U N

THE PRODIGAL S U N

it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she is

THE PRODIGAL S U N

THE PRODIGAL S U N

it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she is

my twin brothers name is PEE tah

my twin brother's name is PEE-tah

because i had severe pain in my left arm and i'm all sweaty and out of breath, and my heart feels each pulse as painful

ExTRAorDInarY EXtrAMent

ExTRAorDInarY EXtrAMent

this poem is all about MR. TRAVIS IAN, COWBOYS AND INDIANS

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