Best Dirty Poems

come on crude
    
                         we're all future fossil fuel

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(She's Got Cooties)

Bitter every night, she speaks of another man
In dialogues, she rips and shreds my brothers sheets
Her moves are naught more than an exposed wound 
Riding dreams with no thought to spare 
With eyes, that lie every night,
Even, I believe every word from her...

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Stand tall even when the stars fall 

In every dream there is a lock the key berried
in reality keep digging keep digging don't '
stop  keep climbing keep climbing to the top
and hope you never drop.

If you do don't you ever stop. 

If the ticking...

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Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate was a very evil man,
He used to eat his dinner from a filthy frying pan,
And when he’s finished eating he’d play “catch me if you can”
With his desperado first-mate known as Dirty Deadeye Dan.

Now Dan was quite a ladies man, but...

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When you wear a dirty shirt,
You're a book getting judged by its cover.
People think you're really poor, or nutty,
Or that you have a menial job.
Or that you're all three of those,
And then they throw in a bunch of other things too.

Maybe you're a drug addict,...

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The Day will come when you won't shift    
When being  "cool" is but a myth
Though now you may not understand 
For it won't happen til you're a man. 

Those dirty socks that mattered not 
Still smell of cheese and morbid rot...

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A little bird 
Dropped a little turd

Upon my clean windshield
I pushed the button but no fluid did it yield

My wipers swiped and smeared a stripe
And now I'm mad enough to fight

I grabbed a bottle to sprinkle the stain 
But the wind took it from me...

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Why do I feel dirty all day and all night?
I bathe everyday. I do everything hygenically right
and yet 24/7 I feel like I'm all covered with grime constantly.
There's something definetly wrong with my mind psychologically.
It's probably best for all concerned to stay the hell away...

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Dirty Hands

My white hands are dirty
Even if I don’t realize
My burdens light like my skin
I haven’t had the same trials

The house I live in
my manicured life
The things I don’t have to think about
While oppressed brothers deal with strife

Stolen lives, blood sweat and tears
Things haven’t changed...

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So we came undone, stitch by stitch,
it's been far to long but the scars still itch.
Lies start to feed on a love I believed
was specifically designed and crafted for me.
Words once ingrained into our history,
scatter like petals from an over-plucked daisy.
Promised love danced on a...

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You see it a lot now a days, being aired everywhere you look
In many forms and many ways even you and I are in the book
As the news anchors spin their story or even just friend to friend
Jesus said in all of His Glory be...

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I lay there in the dirty bath water;
unable to raise myself up, like a
dog in quicksand, I wondered if I 
should just yelp, or die, as the
grey water ran into my dream 
and eye

I must have pulled something,
a muscle, a nerve, or a bank heist,
it...

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I’ve come to believe that dirty laundry
is alive.
Just when you’re down to one batch, you turn
around and there are five.

And I also believe that laundry runs around
at night by itself.
“Cause “no one” gets it dirty, or takes it down
from the shelf.

“I don’t know where it...

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Dirty am I, was I until Jesus Washed Me Clean
O’ but that I have been lost
Trapped incumbent to this storm
Tattered and bathed in my own sin
until Jesus came and washed me clean
Trapped incumbent to this storm
Dirty was I now I'm cleansed
until Jesus came and washed...

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I remember the days when I'd fall
asleep before hitting the pillow.
Ah, the joy of a sound sleep.

I might not have been at my best
in the morning all things considered.
Day-old makeup very much past its prime.

My eyelashes were caked and looking scraggly,
my lipstick smeared across my...

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