Sclerotic Poems - Poems about Sclerotic

...AI’s answers—a sad, cold vibe— To a life lived by the book, beside. A sclerotic sense, a pallid dread, When doctrinaire or fanatic is read. A code’s cul-de-sac moment: prose-weaver’s craft, s......

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...I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks..., (a poor excuse for legs), and get me the latest sophisticated prosthetics advancements, whereat integration of cultured stem cells into custom made......

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...Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks... studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe My utmost humblest apology for inducing the following cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium, but ......

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...The Rottweiler I wouldn’t provoke a Rottweiler Not unless I were prepped like a miler Seems a little inbreeding Done without heeding Has turned Benji into a Sieg Heiler The Saint ......

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...To Taste, Trenchant Flavor Of Her Soft Kiss To taste, trenchant flavor of her soft kiss, Under night skies' munificent moon rays, Arcadian smile, touch I now so miss, Her gu......

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...The casement creaked under the scrutiny of darkness A lonely candle flickered to the tune of one single log Unhinged she sat where darkness fell upon her face Which had grown cobwebs and spi......

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...Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks... studious skinny scruffy scribe Scathing, scolding, screaming, scorning, searing, sing, sociopathic sarin soaked skewed squirt, sputtering, squa......

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...I knew long ago Constellations were ancient fairytales. Carved faith before the diluting of mind; Myth was our lens when we were blind. I knew our posted pictures declared Only immitations of primord......

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...GRANITE THINKS BACK Yeah those were the magma days - for what it’s worth: Surging up from the inner reaches of the earth To the crust – ‘cos when you’re hot, you’re hot, Just a-bubblin’, turnin’, ......

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...The John Player Special comin’ down the line, I cough and I retch like a veteran miner; a nicotine fix clawin’ into my spine, my lungs turnin’ black like a napalmed vagina. A Number Six filter ti......

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