Kevin Maroney Poems

He saw me
Across the way
Asks me a favor
Arrogantly with progue
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He said, 'I hate death'
So concluded to destroy him
Sceming and screaming
Down dark in his hole
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It is Honorable
To Fall flat on your
Face for an
Armament.
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However do they live with themselves
Shut within their own minds?

Woman's Rights
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Tired, ever so tired..
Eyelids drooping,
Systems looping,
Head a ball of iron.
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I don't give a damn
about all your problems,
You're not my monkey,
To set my mouth gabbin'
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Every day doth pass by
In tender sunder, yet do not cry.
It's my burden, mine alone,
with my strength and my man's cologne.
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He came in, all huff and bluff,
filled with good sales and salary stuff.
In came he, ahead with good tidings,
harbingers that turned to be bad imbibings.
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Life is a hole, under all which burns,
into the fire, throwing all one earns,
Down to the smallest molecule,
everything over which man doth drool.
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Desking is a paltry fine,
to one who sees not one pine.
All man is lift above the sand,
none's at level, all's that's grand.
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