Ingrained, broken glass
scattered on every surface
my childhood playground
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The boys’ down-under
Rock, roll and thunder
From dawn to dusk fall
No crevice too small
...
white boys don't...never
Get it—they still be thinkin
they the better race
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Good night sweet Allan
Champion of mythic wars
King of tragic bores
Dolt in A minor
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Iz you a queer?
I'd bet a beer
You'd poke the sphere
Of a full grown steer
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Quiet on the home front
Parties at war exhausted
Their pens dripping venom
Of Scoundrel
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His Homeynence observes (with great delight)
the peace negotiations between the warring parties:
He empirically believes
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Submit a new poem
The link said to me
So I sat down to write
To be, see or plea
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Peace and good will
To all who chill
By words that thrill
Emotions spill
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His Homeynence is a fleeting creature of habit and when the mood strikes him he will open his bumbleshoot and fly off on the tradewinds destined for eternity in the Land of Oz as Mayor of Munchkin Land He be layin down the rhyme...from time to time. Adjustin the flow...while on the go. keepin it real...for they who feel. May the hope and grace, the power and wisdom, the faith and perserverance, the mercy and goodness of the one God be with each and everyone of you)
Equal? ?
Ingrained, broken glass
scattered on every surface
my childhood playground