Excrete Poems - Poems about Excrete

... 'Twas the night before Christmas and I still had gifts to buy. I procrastinated getting it done; a terrible fault I can't deny. As I juggled bags of presents that cost far too much money, A side......

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...Rain you just used me You poured your heart out Then left me to pick up the pieces Drowning in your anger You chose to visit Gathering interest along the way Collecting clouds in your pocket ......

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...The two stared at one another both knew something that the other didn’t; that was the game; the rules by which they play, and played, the fools. The putrid stench beneath their feet, that thos......

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...Potential commander-in-cheat Has a PhD in deceit If courts say he's free We'll see an orgy With pee that D.T. could excrete......

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...If I could, I would trade you my eyes Cause you should see you with the clearness of mine Things your tainted image couldn’t imagine you’d see Cause I’m half the man you would be, if you w......

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...Alien talk I can’t understand A Pifflewig performed a handstand He verbalised through his ass Gross putrid wind he did pass Like many blokes throughout the land! I farted, perhaps ......

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...riding on superluminal rafts the supernatural rapscallions descend with delirious determination into deceptive diversion observing too many indeterminists doing nothing with t......

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...The veins pump blood to the heart like an engine’s turbine. The brain controls the body like a steering wheel. The eyes see the view like on a windscreen. The joints move the body like wheels. Bo......

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...Where the haze of the soul and heart meet As darkness wiggles and enigmas excrete Whispers hit over an unfathomable abyss A story of love and shadows starts to wiss Amid a mist of a......

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...Again, I felt it skip a beat; the heart goes pitty-pat. It seems I am dehydrated; I can’t imagine that. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll pass; I cannot down another glass until I first excrete.......

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...The feeling is neutral if not numb; to the fact that most dogs are now rather dumb. They waddle and limp to whoever has food, regardless of thought or apparent mood, led by hungers conjured and i......

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...I adorn your flesh in trivial words and heat, The quartz in each brushwork may deplete. Ashy blossoms under shattered feet, In the dusk, inspired by optimization accrete. Deep-set......

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...We pass their vagrant shrouds each day then watch as silhouettes excrete from hovel crates amidst the street. In fear, we hurry on our way and if by chance our paths traverse,......

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...Nothing shall save you from the flames. Sizzling, you’ll flee to and fro, Remorseful of your former greed which bought you that rue and woe. Your faiths and sciences, arts, or crafts shall not avai......

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...The universe is all abloom with seasons, diamonds left in wakes of stars (1) (whose flowers linger) viewed through lenses binding star’s birth to its death, its ghost, perhaps, not there at all for......

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