Hubert Wilson Poems

He is not right, his truth is oblique.
He's out to spin, no time for anything truly deep.
He's got to shift, shift like a foul wind
to be lying again.
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Mighty mouth of such a bore!
Incredibly crude in female lore.
Sporting ridiculous thinning hair like no other.
Only rivals that of an old rabid, mangy sheep dog mother.
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Incredibly surviving a year of W war.
Now at last almost back at his home door.
Thinking of all he had missed.
Even making a mental list.
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Really astonished Santa sits on Huntsville death row!
Incredibly Texas children dealt such a vile blow!
Could this have been prevented?
Kindless act sooo demented!
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6-6-64 to 8-21-64 Entry on the National Agency Check Request (DD1584) of 5-28-68, etc.

Did George W return to the XX Ranch by chance
During his forgotten '72-'73 trance?
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Countless expressions were so uber.
They started to cause stupor!
Enough of the journey amazing.
My eyes are now glazing!
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Ivory-billed woodpecker is a long unseen bird.
Brown-nosed peckerwood disappearance is preferred!
With this woodpecker high flights are observed.
With this peckerwood ethical depths are slimey curd!
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How the silicone gel made men yearn.
All eyes in the shop did turn.
Incessant male talking did feverishly churn.
Resplendent perfection no one could spurn.
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Alarm!
Sheehan's growing charm!
Supporters of Cindy arm in arm!
Hiding behind his security like a quaking school 'marm'?
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My flatulence chronic
Had me seeking the proper tonic.
It was sooo demonic.
I seemed to be hypersonic!
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