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Several New Poems about Butts
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Robbers Stay Broke
Robbers don’t rob fromEmpty houses.Empty vesselsFilled with mouses—Jealous of howBrightly You shine—Trying to robWhat’s Yours and Mine— No spirit there,No love to give You—I’ll make up the lack,ContinueThe traditions of theTimes of OldWhen stewards ruledAnd men were bold. Can’t self-generateSo they steal.But we know what’s theFucking deal.We make more—We always will.They break Your lawsAnd don’t…
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Victory
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Mary Me
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Wealth
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Please Get the Joke
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Queer
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Embracing Death
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Life on Mars
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Sol Niger
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Hylics
by Benjamin Stone Hylics surround.Stuck underground.They’re fighting a warAgainst no one at all.Just let them sustain it.At least they’re entertained.While we tune in to LawWith Radio-head brains. Passage from John Milton’s Paradise Lost: (Book II) Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire, [ 155 ]Belike through impotence, or unaware,To give his Enemies thir wish, and endThem…
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Kissing Grace
I can take it, Wade.I’m working to the Ace of Spades.And when that day’s thrown in my face,I’ll welcome it with Grace. So divvy out the hellI’ll be here wearing bellsI’ll face the place inside Her spaceAnd raise that fucking veil.I’ll plant a kiss upon Her lipsAnd miss Her nevermore.I’ll always be your Gene, my…
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Choking on the Chakra
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Paint Me Red
Paint me red,My head is aching.I cannot wait,My heart is breakingI cannot stand this freaking pain39 days of goddamned rain!And you are closer,But not here yet.And you want it as badly, I bet. So guide me, Gandalf,To Mount Doom.Not present, butI feel the gloom,And I know my fate is tied to yours.So throw open the…
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Slow Down, Slippery Ice!
Why are you in such a hurryWhen you know Time ain’t real?He’s just a figment of your thoughts,And they ain’t damn real either. Just take your time and try to remember—December ain’t that long.In fact, it’s no longer than the month you’re in.The one when you wrote this song.The one which you were born into.And…