poopling soup recipes #93

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

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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