Kevin Maroney Poems

Do this, do that
That and this
All the same,
They Drive me insane.
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Through the veil of tears,
The Weeping idiot fails to see.
The object of his sorrow, with glee,
picks his pocket from behind, while wearing
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The Blade, dull in its sweet boredom,
loafs around in its weak scabbard.
Unbeknownst to it, the dark champion draws his sharp sword
The jolly, fat knight drew his dull sword
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There is a legacy I am required to make
A legacy I dare not break
If anything, I will die
before I cry.
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Like a cold pond
Stuck through the water
Like my own drought
Woke from harry potter.
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Not the skin, not the bite
Not the kin or inspite
Of my efforts towards are none
To remove my own self from
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Is it true, what they say?
Does a madman have to sound like some uncouth lout
chattering and chittering at unheard voices? NAY
He can be intelligent, an intellectual even.
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So sweet
So sad
So happy
So bitter
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Evil Violent
Blood-soaked bits
Flutter in the wind
Fed to some carnivorous
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As if I
Had enough sleep
Enough time
To enjoy the things
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