Lint Poems - Poems about Lint

You collect old bottle caps and belly button lint. I don't find you strange; I find you endearing. And maybe it's because we're both locked up on the top floor of a mental hospital. And you're the only other person I have to talk to. Yeah, that has to be it. ...

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broke enough to not buy into false hope and dreams...

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as a child i truly was curious and always did pick things from out my bellybutton then it was the usual not so much such things as sunflower seeds or the occasional blueberry but the that what most find in an inny but now older my belly is reverting to the bump of a baby as is my mind thinking thanking god i don't have an outy...

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Pocket Full of Lint Ain’t no bargain Being broke Having to weigh Each time you Spend some Ain’t no grace To having nothin’ Worrying each day Insides twisted up In painful knots Ain’t no joy In saying I can’t When all you Want to say is Yes Ain’t no love In a pocket Full of lint Hole in the bottom Air blowing in…...

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You'll find her up a steep game trail strewn with slippery stones marbled with metal lightning all around yellow eyes off the brambles. At the end-you'll find a mind of flint and a heart that strikes the match. ...

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Ten slices of pure marmalade plus two years of misted Karmapa bread equals? Oh do hurry up. The sum is easy. Oh ok then try another. Twelve custard tarts divided by an in between feathered door divider plus a couch multiplied by a coupon? Well now. That is a layered lacquered lump. I simply do...

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I've been collecting ear wax Since the belly button lint dust fire went bad I lost all my dignity in that fiasco So ear wax is all that I have left Believe you me, it's not easy Coming up with another scheme After burning the whole town down to the ground To get a single soul to look or even listen to...

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I thought about this long and hard In fact I thought about it all the time What would happen to belly button lint If you set the stuff on fire I collected more than enough Over the years to see this through So I went and invited a few friends along The word it spread and the crowd it grew All the...

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My spoon is full my bags are bursting, yet more and more the dope fiend in me is thirsting. So once again I hit the floor, combing each strand hoping to find just a little more. The sun it will rise. The moon it will fall, and all I have is my glorious lint 8 ball....

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Every day is special, but not all you’d recognize The Fluffy Slipper Lint Day just took me by surprise It occurs in late October, the 26th is set aside When people all over the world celebrate fairies that have died You don’t know about this fairy, the Fluffy Bunny Slipper They’re seldom seen by anyone, for they’re a night time...

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Nothing But Lint Nothing but lint in my pocket. It could be said that I am skint. I did have cash to start the day. But money, no sooner earned, is no sooner spent … they say. Now I sit alone in a diner cafe. Slowly drinking one last black coffee. But hey! What is that on the floor? Near...

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There are things in life that are Mysterious to me. Maybe they'd be clearer If I had a PhD. One involves the laundry So I'll give a little hint - Won't someone explain to me The origin of lint? Clothes come from the washer And the dryer claims them next. Nothing's hanging off of them, So I am quite perplexed. For when they're done, I clean...

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it is little, this memory like the lint balled up inside the pocket of my favorite denium jacket I roll it between my fingers and desperatly search for it when i am nervous and it stays in the deepest fold all summer long until the fall comes and i take out my denium jacket again it is always in the fall...

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