Frank Macias Poems

Weary wanderers wanders to the west
Pilgrims punish the puny pest
Seek the snake that slithers slowly
little lice only licks the lonely
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Many things left unsaid
When the man lost his head
Then his head smacked the floor
This only closed more of his doors
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My mind is lost, My mind is found
Empty pills, Fill my mind
Looking for purpose, Like a hound
Nothing is found, or too much to find
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The wonders of children I enjoy
Especially the skin of a little boy
Girls aren't usually the ones for me
Maybe because its the way they pee...
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The young mind riddled with questions
is pregnant with answers.
For if one doesn't jump off the ledge of guilt, grief, or suffrage then how will one know what is or isn't positive?
Following the latest trends for answers will lead to a premature ignorant baby.
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The nice little patch of grass on my lawn
Is always there for me, day through dawn
Knowing it will be there I will sing this song
Happiness never did anyone wrong
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Feverish children running with joy
All but one had fun, a little boy
Left on his mind was the tiny farm
And the motion of pulling the fire alarm
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