Josehf Murchison

What are cats and dogs good for?
To eat the chips that fall on the floor.
The ones we do not eat anymore.
Is that what cats and dogs are for?
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Missing


I'm not being nosey,
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In Life

In childhood you're playful.
In youth you are lustful.
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Pet me pet me you know where,
upon my back, stroke my hair.
If you don't I'll give you a stare,
pet me pet me you know where.
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Lost in time, this story is told,
about a woman, dark and bold.
She walks the streets on a fogy night,
with a hood on her head to hide from sight.
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Jane Doe, number one four two.
What is your name, what did you do?
Were you a sister a banker or whore?
We want to know what you did before.
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Smitten, battered, beaten, torn,
to this spell, I am sworn.
To strike thee down on this day,
and with thy soul yea shale pay.
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Deep upon the river dreary,
thoughts within a mind so weary.
Screaming cries to a tortured soul,
miseries sorrow takes its toll.
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Beneath the covers he did lie.
With his head covered he did cry.
He begged the lord to let him die.
As tears would fall from his eye.
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A noise from my childhood, well I don't know,
a bird, a sparrow, ‘twas so long ago.
A carp when it splashes spawning in the lake.
The roar of a lawnmower, or the swish of a rake.
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Blessed be the darkness.
For without the darkness, we would not know the light.

Born in darkness, the blind do not know the light.
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My eyes are dim, I do not see.
How could this happen, to someone like me?
I'm not a bully, a thief or a cad.
Just a hard working man, like my grandfather and dad.
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Dead

Here I sit all a gust,
my flesh will rot,
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Death Of A Snowflake

Irony is not lost on the dying.
As falling snowflakes no two are the same.
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Utopia Dystopia

One man's Law and order is another man's oppression.
For an imposed utopia is a true dystopia.
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I didn't lie!
I just created fiction with my mouth!
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Hell

Where will you go when you die?
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Oh how it is, to be an oak tree,
one time a nut and now mighty.
One time blooming in the bright sunlight,
now it is tarnished by winter's blight.
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I stand upon the precipice of eternity,
before me certain doom.
My mind awash of misery,
all dark and filled with gloom.
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Wisdom From the Throne

Here I sit all alone,
when a thought all my own,
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