His Homeynence Sir Peckerwood Ali III

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
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Get down
Poetry hound
You be my clown
Struck down
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gotta big johnson
gotta big johnson

here in my pants
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Don't bait
Don't hate
Don't denigrate
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All parties need to grow up
Before you make me throw up
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Later
Gators
smokin freighter
caters
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His Homeynence
Do commence
To ride the fence
Of innocence
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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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However you like
Whomever you choose
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Hippy Dippy Do
The rat ate lunch without you
Bad Tipper you are
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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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His Homeynence
Allows no day
Frittered away
Without…To say
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Peace and good will
To all who chill
By words that thrill
Emotions spill
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Greetings To All
Let's have a ball
I will enthrall
This very hall
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Ambivalence
Smarty-pants
Walk the fence
Watch the ants
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