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DK1001

The Irrelevance of War

War would End if the Dead could Return...
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
This is a line I came across by an unknown source. The writer did not give his name. Anonymous.
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Oceanzest

Candy Cruiser

'69 Camaro
I'm working the block
candy cruiser
Glock under lock
these streets is hard
oil and cement
you gonna cross me
dog you better repent
red-haired and heels
she doing my deals
one tight b*tch
loyalty appeals
gonna branch out
get another city down
plan to franchise
I ain't no local clown
still I'm tiring of the game
tiring of the hate
500 G in the bank
to that I can relate
need a penthouse in the country
need some mountain air
the champagne sipping redhead
won't wait another year
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Posted: May 2021
About this poem:
having fun writing some rap lyrics
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adjhe

Emptiness....Quiet

Empty building
all around
Empty walls
Empty sound
Scarceness
all over here
letting us know
the ECONOMY
has HIT a new
L O W.
POVERTY
Rearing it's
ugly head
causing your
TOWN
to g o
D E A D.
HOPING
PRAYING
that it will
REVIVE
at last not
KNOWING
what is to
be for our
TOWN
ME.
For the
PEOPLE
in this town
want it to
STAY
SOLID
SOUND
They wish for
it to become
a new all
ESTABLISHED
BEAUTIFUL
TOO.
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
desperate feeling of no jobs
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mcradloff

Burnout

I used to work a 40 hour week for a livin
But now it's 54 hours this week
66 hours next week
Lots of extra money
But
I don't care about all of that
All I really want is my forty hours a week back
The money does add up
For those who enjoy being there then good for them
I don't like that place at all
It really is painful for me to be there any hours above the 40
Pain from the mean people, my hurt knees, feet, back, and head
Lack of sleep
Just being tired of being around all these fellas I'd wish I had never known
With the dollar losing it's value daily
It's no wonder many feel that working 40 hours a week for a livin
Just ain't a livin
It's just scraping by
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
There has a been a crunch at work lately, for the most part it has been pretty low on overtime in the last three years.
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Oceanzest

The solace of a broken watermain

The day before yesterday the plumber came
to examine my drain
with the water running into it
day and night
he looked at me
I looked at him
its not coming from the pipes he said
it could be from under your concrete slab
or a broken pipe in your walls
either option sounded dreadful to me
I pictured mining under my house
or removing half my bathroom
I rang the insurance
$1,500 maximum cover
but he said dig down
beside the drain
and we will get a closer look
at that flow
call me back
Yesterday I dug
and there it was
the entry point for water
to my house
burst
miraculously
finding its way through the drain housing
and into the drain
plumber returned
easy fix
best Xmas present
a man could have
Merry Xmas all :)
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
adventures in plumbing
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mcradloff

Burnout

Bu-bu-bu Burnout!
Burnin out, burn out, burnin out, burnout
Wa wa wa
Burnin out, burnout, burnin out, burnout
Wa wa wa
It's not just here, it all over the nation
Covid, Ukraine, and run away inflation
We wanted to party and get a little rest
But the workers had already headed out west
So the boss says yes
As for the rest of you
Let's all get to work and do the burnout!
Now I can't even think
And I can't even sleep
All of these hours got me feelin like a creep
But the homeless remind me it could be a lot worse
Even though, I still want to f@#$in curse
It just ain't fair
Well, look over there
Lots of other people doin the burnout!
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Posted: Mar 2022
About this poem:
A parody of Wipeout by the Fat Boys who did a parody of Wipeout by the Beach Boys.
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Unknown

Abandoned

You stand empty.
You stand silent.
Your windows broken.
Your machines scrapped.
Your workers gone.
The rails rusty,
The lots empty.
The lights off.
The smokestacks cold.
The gates locked.
The end reached.
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Posted: May 2022
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srlive

My hope

Be ready to face the harshness of life. If you succeed, you will be happy, and I will always have hope that you did not give up, so you won
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
no giving up
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