there was a bard who died in winter
his bean said he ain't worth a qintar
where then was his gold heart
or blood bottled for art
where in time do we find his splinter
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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
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poopling soup recipes #80
there was a man who went for a hike
on the path he found a magic trike
he rode it to the past
where futures were vast
for the boy flying his coffin kite
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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
i have no willpower
it's been proven i have no willpower
or i'd be dead and gone by now
or i'd be dead and gone by now
at night i pace the excavated grave yard grounds
i see the dead, i hear their escaped lost sounds
at their headstones i grow mushrooms
to mask the hearse's foul exhaust fumes
at night i suck the love out of my mistakes
i grind my dreams to dust till my fake jaw breaks
at the bar i buy another round of medication
to wash down life's bland taste of damnation
its been proven i have no willpower
or i'd be dead and gone by now
or i'd be dead and gone by now
from whore house's to the gutter i explored
i swore aloud i'd live and die by the sword
watched the hands of time break my words
as pure snow dumps turn to blood pud turds
from schools to prisons i fought and learned
i cursed the cigarettes i rolled and burned
watched the smoke hang lazily then vanish
as slowly my loveable devils Doc's banish
its been proven i have no willpower
or i'd be dead and gone by now
or i'd be dead and gone by now
i drowned when i entered the baptismal sea
my kiss silenced the scream of the banshee
empty monsters roamed the land of my birth
looking for my formless bones to unearth
but i am gone now never to be forgiven
but wrath's hands movements are driven
they resurrected the fallen on their altar
i stole my second breath and began to faltar
its been proven i have no willpower
or i'd be dead and gone by now
or i'd be dead and gone by now
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poopling soup recipes #21
there was an old claustrophobic drunk
that lived in a bottle with a skunk
when the drunk let rip
the skunk lost his grip
and punched the drunk in his deep fried junk
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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
poopling soup recipes #28
there was a leader who was dirty
who wanted to make his state purty
so he made it ugly
then ever so smugly
his cringe flirty did a red shirty
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authors notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
poopling soup recipes #19
a young fetus went dumpster diving
found a sexbot needing reviving
with a pat on the bum
fetus had a new mum
now mother and baby are thriving
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authors notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
poopling soup recipes #99
there was a species called pooman
who thought gods gave them acumem
so they built a sex bomb
to kiss goodnight at prom
their love preserved in bitumen
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authors notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
pooman- like a human but shittier
symptoms 2
skyscrapers maws
chew on flaming paper plane memos
vain statues
crumble reflecting the autumn of their posers
rock climbers
cling to the optimistic cliff face even as they fall
spin doctors
deliver gullible babies into a nation's house
cannon fodder
fertilise the next generation of ripe sacrifices
wrecking balls
swing from steeples hidden under church bell frocks
political podiums
stand on immorality termite mounds of ignorance
soap boxes
fail to cleanse the befouled mouths of prophets
cult fish
follow jet streams into burnt cloud pies in the sky
crooked fingers
burn blessings with their erring judging touch
light bulb
flickers between realities dark and illusionments light
paint brush
smears canvas to erase the artist of their corrupt form
spoken words
launch wagging tongue missiles from buried hidden silos
old goat
propagandist regurgitates their tails while spewing shit
infinities road
is paved with the genocidal godheads of extinct tribes
old nag
staggers as the burdens of crossing the finish line nears
dodo birds
waddle down to the street corner to have a flutter
bucket head
dinosaurs play missing link with lizard people
roulette wheel
turns with the speed of an evolving species
dystopian heart
is the hole in civilisations dead man hand
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symptoms 1
blood wine
transfusion irrigates with drowning confusion
raindrop entrails
slide down a drain to pollute oceans
seasick lemons
scream "down the hatch" throwing back salt
torpedoed subs
rise up choking liver spotted bottle necks
kraken lives
inside a washed up bottle on a drunks burley
fishing lines
haul in their suicidal thought of the day anchors
excavators beaks
pick at heavens bloody cloud scabs
cockroach reality
escapes lucid narcissists dreams
genie wishes
transcends scientific tested explanations
speaking telephones
exhale opium dreamt up dialogue
chaos priests
assemble greed guided algorithm puns
religious pilgrims
follow the terminological inexactitude axis
callused prayers
lip synced platitudes bring to heel the masses
parachute whooshes
dandelion ideological spores terraform media
deceased estates
prepare for religious inherited taxed grief
fermented rains
acid infusion etches under umbrella skins
weeping pus
oozes out through the taxidermy scars
votive candles
melt into cadaver's extinguished eye sockets
mythos carved
scriptures into the bones of societies
composer's bowel
blasts irritable music beat box syndromes
grandfather clocks
enslaved cogs to golden their hands
mannequins clog
societies idealists broken conveyor system
boner rifles
black goop seals sarcophaguses pouty lips
robotic dogs
fetch the moons their extinct titans threw away
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quartered
rigor mortis
is the shattered mirrors seasons
suicidal butterflies
close their books autum leaves
alien stranded
in fermenting solitude after a grim harvest
seed insights
scatter across null's omni multiverse
lost worlds
destroyed within thoughts of a gods madness
insanity bathing
in milky darkness developing clarity
faded memories
just dogeared porno magazine pages
drunken sonnets
tie up lovers slurred yarn tongues
goosebumps form
so the blind can read their cold lover
poets recitation
tortures their reflective commedian soul
nail gun barbs
ejaculation leaves exclamation pock marks
flayed pens
are dragged to the edge again and again
geriatric poems
beaten quietly into time's dusty annals
expression train
lies derailed along needle tracks
piano typewriter
clanks out discordant sticky notes
guilty sentences
string up urinating marionettes
vacant spectators
defecate malignant tumour rumours
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