Droll Prole
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My House is a Burnt-out ShellA Poem by Droll ProleThere at the top of the stairsThe blackened doorwayThe fires that raged thereWill never be forgottenNo door stands there nowAnd the struts are all eat.. |
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Religious CreepA Poem by Droll ProleYou know those people, so sure their garden is in order they try and fix yours up. |
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IsoscelesA Poem by Droll ProleI am an isosceles triangleEqual sides that meet in the middleBut resting on precarious pointHow hard do I fallWhen the other half leaves?Poor isoscele.. |
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DeadbeatA Poem by Droll ProleI love itIt makes me feelSomethingLiving in my headI left the rest for deadSo drive in theStakeMake it hardKill that cold thingMake me squirmI love it.. |
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SeasonsA Poem by Droll ProlecoldThe reasons born of a deathThe originator no longer holds interestLove'sHeat and power all fadedIt was intense but fleetingVastWas a road and a pa.. |
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Sexual Kung FuA Poem by Droll ProleBam |
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One MomentA Poem by Droll ProleChoosey, chooseyRemember the old daysHow bad they wereQuick turn the pageThere was an hourIt was quite longSo long in factIt must have been longerDraw.. |
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night terrorsA Poem by Droll ProleThe mewling of the cats on the fenceOne late nightWill it rain again?I turn out the light.There is nothing in the darkOnly shadowsThe fear existsOf a .. |
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40A Poem by Droll Prole40quag in the miremire in the mustdust in the airair on the hairblues, greensweans the beansfrom the vinesof time and timeagain.Pretenders areenders, .. |
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Typhoid MaryA Poem by Droll ProleGot the sicknessBut didn't knowCaught it one dayBut it didn't showShe thinks she's alrightYeah she thinks she's okThese people think she's rightThey t.. |
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