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 #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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poopling soup recipes #79

there was an old bard who got gout 
that hopped on one foot and drank stout
the cure couldn't be worse
than his timing of verse
when the old bard lived through a drought

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