poopling soup recipes #26

there was an old knot that was fraying 
his unravelling strands were all greying
at a wake he cut loose
slipped into a love noose
now that old knot's shadow is swaying

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poopling soup recipes #06

there was a fish chef cooking in jail
who made dawn porridge in a tin pail
the taps dripped rusty rats
they brew piss in stained vats
but that chef's bird crumbs were never stale

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poopling soup recipes #38

there was a blind monk that vaped sweet dreams 
from on a moon with golden hair beams
where star pinatas broke
freeing fiends in puffs of smoke
so that blind monk saw souls exhaled screams

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poopling soup recipes #70

there was a monk who met a sick dog 
that lead the monk to a lake of grog
the dog baptized the monk
in the name of the drunk
then they imbibed the lake from a clog

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poopling soup recipes #03

there was an old lady with a cane 
wailing on a pinata coxswain
as she went down river
the sun gave a shiver
when the old lady melted in rain


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poopling soup recipes #84

there was a doe in a sordid book
who fished out her spawn with a meat hook
she raised her burdens well
out of an oyster shell
where jane sung rituals from her hymn book

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poopling soup recipes #04

there was a monk who could not escape 
the zoo where they hailed him the great ape
they fed him like a king
on his plastic throne swing
while monk meditated an escape

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a reaping haiku ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

grim shooting the breeze 
knows the stale bar nuts are free
to kill for the popes

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authors notes -popes in this poem refers to those self appointed/anointed leaders who preach and encourage hate towards their fellow humans from their pulpits.


poopling soup recipes #106

there is a clock whose face is a void 
his executing hands once killed freud
in a prison he stands
facing the rock's badlands
whose lost ghosts worship a heartless droid

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poopling soup recipes #57

there was a tank that took a flower
from a warlord that wanted power
but tank prefered to rust
than turn the world to dust
so tank's heart stalled at zero hour

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