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When polar bears splash their canvas red, they leave Eskimo women no warm fur coats or pretty hearts painted in the snow;no orphaned seal plucked from..
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Written November 5, 2014
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You grew my hubris
In your garden of horrors
I just call it cannabis,
Smoke it, and blow it
Back in your face.
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I’m here
To die;
I’m not here
To serve,
Wash feet,
Condescend
Or
Answer
The
Asinine,
Much less
Calm
The fear
In their min..
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This poem was titled by fellow bard and talented friend Mr Dave Greenan of Tideswell. I have promised 10% of royalties to him - should this poem bring..
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Innuendo is a window to the soul;
If it blows hard, open it,
and enjoy the breeze;
a happy ending
is in the cards, you see.
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Since when can you get rid of hate;
Since when can you eradicate or even legislate it away,
back into the minds from which it came?
People hate t..
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For those lost in the woods,
Here’s a little math for you
fake bombs + fake news =
fake elections,
And you being used!
Now they want you..
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I used to die
Frequently,
Often
Repeatedly,
In my sleep
To come clean
Of my sins,
My omissions,
The obscenity
Of my thoughts;
I’d w..
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Written October 23, 2013
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