jasmine maddock Poems

Billy Joel
In a Begging Bowl
All full of holes
I'm not bowled
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I said you should have plastic surgery
to make you look sweet
but I wasn't planning on drastic butchery
and now your face is a squashed old seat
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the misty moon the secret star that shyfully hides behind his pa
la lovely lune c’est magnifique tres fantastique my glowy Moon

a floodlit sky only noticed by lovers as they think its romantic
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Moth moth moth moth moth; time of the month for moth moth moth moth
Behemoth, moth, fill your path, path, path, path, path, path with moth, moth
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoooooom, zooooooooom, zoooooooooom, across, cross
I get cross at the profusion of bow tie looking moth, moths, moths, mo
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A walking cane for the pixie men
Or those tentative at sword fencing lesson
First stage before moving on to a needle
Which can be fashioned if you make a hole
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Inner traumatize, the bowels of my body spurt pain
Lost in the hopeless waste, my life a one note refrain
I have lost the capacity to feel exalted, emotion all mined
It's a bleak forecast, it's the agonies of humankind
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Vendettas bear a grudge and refuse to budge
No better than a go-getter turned to a seat sitter
They scream and dream of ways to fight the injust
Before they turn to dust. All twisted and bitter
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Hardy battler, hardly bitter, despite being treated as machine
Metal mover, heard motion, momentum growing shudder
Rudder rover, over the blue, tantrum non throwing green
pasture passing landscape fleeing all seeing metallic gleam
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he ballet slipper with intellectual ribbon ties
Glittered with dullness and an infinite like
Of pink cup cakes and telephonists phoney
Helpfulnessnessness. Less is less after all
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I've got a tin of fruit in my thyroid baby
A neurotic robotic
I've got a tin schizo in my thyroid honey
A despotic robotic
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