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Isaiah Herpes Aug 2013
Today was grocery day.
I didn't want frozen pizzas or chips.
I wasn't looking for juices or dips.
All I was looking for were crackers, And crackers Is what I got.
Three boxes of Wheat thins.
The family sized Cheeze itz game me grins.
Tons and tons of triscuit crackers.
Gliding across the stores bar code trackers.
But best of all was my glorious box of Chicken in a Biskit.
Sam Temple Mar 2014
charismatic charlatan cloaking reality  
smile, the day is new
many a mark still to be worked
and left in squalor; penniless and without hope
it is a good show you put forth
standing in front  of a waving flag
speaking of unity and the dreams of freedom
I see the puppet strings, marionette style
eyebrows raise and hands wave
all while Jesus saves and teens rave
craving sustenance I reject the normal modes
seeking instead the dark corners and shabby shanties
where the real humans live
none of this post cold-war propaganda, only hate and fear for the unknown
broken dreams litter cracked sidewalks
dead grasses stand brown in the crevasses
longing for water or sunlight
both of which were banned in the last election
subjugated lonely folks stand single file
awaiting the stamped hand
signifying meat for the masses
if you are not procreating, your digested in the new American machine
shocked, I **** my head thinking of my youth
blue skies and free cheese
Endless  blind mice endless blind mice
How they believe if its smells like cheese
So mant throw them crumbs to please
Endless blind mice so much to squeeze

Been around for all time in many places
Endless telling them may unknow things
Like human behaviour they all believe
What a whack of cheeze it all brings

All will die but never them man wrote
In his oldest thinking long long ago
A little cheeze here a little there as well
So much endless cheeze man can throw

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terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018
axstrohostonaut Nov 2019
The moon is bright,
It's a night with a cool breeze,
I see the moon from my window, it gives me the soft light,
It's a yellow circle of cheeze.

I love the stars in the night,
I love the breeze,
Oh what a beautiful sight,
My mommy used to say, "In your pajamas on the moon you will freeze."

Oh I wonder on the moon how much there is to explore,
I love the bright moon,
When mommy reads bedtime stories about it, I beg for more,
Soon it will wave a goodbye and go to sleep at noon.


-Mishka Wayz
I made this poem especially to my friend Syfy. It's a girl who asked me to make a poem about the moon for her, and here J made it. Lol
You see I get up in the morning
At about 5 am, I send my kids off
To school with the line we’ll get you
Kids now off to school, don’t forget to
Follow the rules and dad I said to dad
As he csme out do you think the raiders will win today and then dad went off to work at a school
I said, make sure no kids break the rules
And cousin alan said I think I might spew I think I might spew I think I might spew on you boo yer and the macgregor men’s kids said as I sat down to watch Agro, they said don’t watch agro, man watch cheeze tv, it is really really cool, I said I prefer Agro he is funny, and I am the little cool kid of the families and when dad started at school, he said as he was standing at the blackboard what that’s Brian and then pulled his leg back together with the kids, he did that 4 times to stop mr from watching daytime TV but
I wanted to watch the midday show, and I jumped up in the kitchen and said ******* dad
And then I played the brown morning with Johnny and Micheal brown with Mike mutra and sue longways as reporters, then when that was over I played AAA today with Micheal brown
And then I went to the pub to buy 3 beers and
A man was sitting in the bar, *******, you fucken ****, who do you think you are you fucken ****, but I am the little cool kid of the family and at the moment I am Johnny brown having 3 beers before he does the sport on the 6 o’clock news in the evening and then Johnny’s son came home and teased his dad on the computer, what’s that Johnny what are you doing you stupid **** and at 10-30 it was AAA tonight with Johnny brown and I played it every day and one day Patrick was frowning at me from his house but I am the little cool kid of the families I can handle it, and this happened every day and Stephen Gallagher came over to have a through beers and smokes with the little cool kid of the families (me) and we went to every pub
Ginninderra heights and nine wide world of sports and Las Vegas
All of these clubs were in Belconnen and we played pool, Stephen said to me, the little cool kid to the families (funny little kid) you are really a funny little kid and I visited Lyle yo remember old times when I started being the little cool kid to the families but he bullied me and punched me, so I said as the little cool kid to the families
******* squirt, I am the little cool kid to the families and I will never come here again
I told Steve that Lyle said he was a trouble maker
And Steve wanted to go there to bash him
But that was weird and also as the little cool kid to the families went to the raiders in Sydney and cowra to commentate as Johnny brown and party
With a few ales
I am the little cool kid to the families
Dad said stay with the families Brian
Gr8Ryzyngz May 2019
Every now and then
I do an evaluation
By way of the people
I think should or could
Know a bit of and about me
Well enough to be able to weigh in
Maybe that is not the best way
To evaluate oneself
I guess seeing myself through
Others eyes is not always
The true reflection of who
I know myself to be
The many petals to this orchiroze
That very few ever get to see
Beautiful smiles seem to hide
The pain, that no one
Really cares to know exist in me
Gouged out eyes
Cut out tongue
Pierced eardrums.

Feel the drum

Blind, deaf, mute
Feeling like never before
Cauterize the fingers,
Cauterize the toes,
Stench?
Where’s your nose?

Feel the prose?

Floating in Floats.
Tasting all tastes.
Screaming through screams.
Seeking through Seas.
Making senses make sense.

Breeze thaws freeze
Bears climb trees.
Christ on His Knees.

Poems, wine, cheeze
Sheep to the slaughter
Now, no one’s free.

Every knee bowed.

Wake up, no one’s free
Awake? we’re all free
Wake up, no one’s free
Awake, we’re all free
Wake up,
#burningpurpleflowers

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