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pipeline poem ( public service castbroading )
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in the pipeline & pending there's a chorus of penguins a bonnie prince pretending mad march hares are contending as the shepherds are tending runcible spoons are bending in the pipeline & pending so fret not there's no ending ...
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memoirs of a goldfish ( a fishy tale & tail )
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last week, when i was a goldfish
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i gawped in my bowl
with my fishy scales of gold
i swam a fishy swim
with gold fishy fins
( i remember everything )
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piss off ( a poem of sortz )
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piss off writing piss off words eat your own shit munch on turds piss off rhyming it's for prats piss off ' free verse ' boring twats plus they're lazy piss off plus piss off ashes piss off dust piss off thursday piss off year piss off reader - are you still here - ( ? ) ...
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( i tried to warn ) ( some fuckin’ sheet y’fuckin’ twat’ead )
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darker than all chocolate darker than dark loads or laundry in black holes black cats crossed with toads this poem is cursed & it's evil - it's marked 'tis touched by the hand - yeah of something quite dark ( & now, so are you x ) ...
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‘erb mix challenge ( some ‘erb-verse )
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get mixin' 'erbs against the clock the 'erb preserves tick tock - don't stop bundles of 'erbs tied with 'erb twine oh no, too late - you've run out of thyme - ...
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notes on wankers ( could be anyone really … ? )
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wankers drive mazdas & smart carts & saabs wankers drink carling & stella artois too many taches but rarely a beard wankers are boring they shun all things weird wankers are vermin they're plague-bearing rats wankers are dick'eads they're tossers & twats wankers are special in their wanker heads wankers are wankers enough has been said ...
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the old cesspit ( some shit what i wrote )
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the castle's gone there ruins lie the village well has long since dried time dawdles on into the night ( but ) the old cesspit still stinks of shite ...
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( a green spell )
( s o m e – g r e e n – m a g i c )
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then i am green i come in peas sick parrots & the holly's leaves the broccili eyed monsters see this martian piss reverend green jack in the green his grocer - ies yon clovered four or maybe tea those jealous seas astroturfed treez a crystal heart emerald beats plus some algae graham plus e et cetera cress lettucely the stalk of beans oh rosemary that dragon shat then i am green ...
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sea epiphany ( why don’t we think of these things sooner ? )
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well the epiphany it came to me beside the sea as i saw its water glimmer ~ poetry's a hermit crab jesus was an octopus & the rest is done with mirrors ...
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the real archbishop of canterbury ( a true tail not tale )
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i am the real archbishop of canterbury ignore those imposters you see on t.v the robert runcies & the justin welbys they're scheming you senseless conniving they be i've never been to canterbury actually my clothes are no robes - black tee shirts, tracky beez i'm unsure on god but i know she's a she ( yet ) i am the real one - come flock follow me ...
resarf poetry 