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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Me myself and I
were talking to myselve's
when we asked us a question
and they were not themselves.
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They were always calling the kettle black
when they were the pot
How the cool kids lied
what is not
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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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I spit
I litter
I play my music loud
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Asking what the government can do will garish
And telling what the goverment can do will cherish
But ignoring what the government can do will perish
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