Tag: poet
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Lungwrecker chronicles
No more scoring Only scorn and outpourings Sweating, scalded in the corner Greedy guts, little Jack Horner I couldn’t get enough, stuffed Then cold turkey without warning Coughing up brown sludge all morning My entire life isn’t even a smudge It doesn’t even show up Pushing, doing enough, but no budge Words are swarming My…
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An account of bruises
With whisking and whiskey My wrist worn, ligaments torn What the skin failed to show the soul recorded Yesterday, started reading Mistborn Seems alright, no elves or dwarves Pity though, Sanderson’s Mormon Otherwise all is normal Sober now, through the portal To a world warped and vorpal Through a glass darkly swimming Trunks and snorkel …
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Castor
While you were napping Look at me Became captain What you said happened we hight as capping Do you want to take this outside? Like I’m inviting you camping By streetlamp light giving you a lamping Put my dukes up, brawl with you Some straights, reach with a few Jukebox you’re a tune up Duke on…
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Pollux
If it stinks, you can put on a lid You can put lipstick on a pig But I can’t forgive what you did You deserved every dig I didn’t even have to dig deep to win And I was winning big You were a healthy snack, a roll with fig A jog, a jig to…
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NeonLeon
My latest client Oh, that’s much nicer Said Dionysus Muzzleflashes, sniper smiles Guileful, triumphant With a range of miles.
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