Trevor McLeod Poems

Where farts rose quickly on the internet
people went clicking
People more drickling
People were rickly
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Where the poet died
while writing what,
His hand gone by
for what he thought
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I want to put you all to work
and make you feel as needed.
To make the world a better place
and feel like I've succeeded.
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Me myself and I
were talking to myselve's
when we asked us a question
and they were not themselves.
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It started with a drink I drank till drunk
when I started to wonder if I'd blink till blunk.

As I opened my eyes in a stink I stunk
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You're an ugly face
with craving skin
I can't wait long to kiss.
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The welfare poem is not for you
and not enough for anyone.
The welfare poem is very small
and not just given to everyone.
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I think that we should hunt the poor
and catch them in our nets.
Then bury them in one big hole
As how we treat our pets.
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The month has ended and paydays here
for all who waited their monthly cheer
When some will say they're always broke
when spending money's daily hope
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To the baby it's mush
For an adult it's apple sauce
But to God - It's an apple
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