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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: Delmar on December 28, 2024, 10:52:08 AM
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The Madcap (603 posts)
Collapse
Directionless
Hopeless
Faithless
The spiral is underway
The captain of the ship has never seen the ocean
The leader of the expedition has never been in snow
The rulers of the people don’t even like the people
Why should we believe them?
Why should we trust them?
Why should we obey them?
Resources are siphoned by a few greedy souls
Soullessly, they refuse to give back
While half the population is plotting their next meal
Maybe tomorrow they will eat,
Maybe tomorrow they can sleep
After eighteen hours of labor gaining nil
The people believe conspiracy
But they cannot see the truth
Unprepared for reasoning
They accept the boldest lies
If they knew the truth
They would rebel
But give them a shiny trinket
And silence will set in
Tomorrow, they’ll work even longer
For less pay
The world spins ever faster
Until it cannot retain its shape
Distorted and fractured
All is divided
Soon the Great Collapse will come
When nothing works
Nothing counts
No one cares
All is lost
And all is dead
Destroyed
Forever
Gone
The End
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Noble effort but not good enough to supplant the Poet Laureate of democrat underground, California Peggy.
CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Nov-13-07 09:00 PM
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My newest poem....**Caution! Erotic content!**
Such strength
The masculine facade
Sharp flashing eyes
Tender fingers and tongue
The man dominates me.
His body, his mind
Overcome me.
He strokes, and licks, and drinks me.
And then he enters
I open and yield myself
I surrender to his strength, his passion.
My mind is overcome with what I cannot tell...
But it’s wrong
I dominate him.
For at the last–who yields?
At the peak of passion
He empties the aching seed
Into me...
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My ode to the DUmp
I have pressure in my bowels.
I ask myself, what is happening?
I am surprised at air erupting from my crispy star.
I bend over to sniff.
It smells wonderful as I take full nasal inhalations.
I must record and relay to my fellow geniuses at DU.
I smile and await my next gaseous thought.
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The Madcap is like an inverse Cassandra - widely believed but consistently wrong.
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
DU poetry stink
Blink, blink, blink, blink
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Keep your day job dump monkeys :loser:
Roses are red violets are blue,
Your poetry stinks and shows your low IQ.
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Haiku:
Trump won the EC
And the popular vote too
Sucks for the DUmmies
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Noble effort...
I'd have to disagree with ya there.
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My ode to the DUmp
I have pressure in my bowels.
I ask myself, what is happening?
I am surprised at air erupting from my crispy star.
I bend over to sniff.
It smells wonderful as I take full nasal inhalations.
I must record and relay to my fellow geniuses at DU.
I smile and await my next gaseous thought.
:rotf:
KC
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On the toilet
feel a rumble in my tummy
About to give birth
to another DUmmy
plus something about aching seed, I guess.
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What's bad poetry without bongos?