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The Joker

The Joker

I started as Jack of spades ♠️
sliding in and out of everyone’s hand
I would do it all day...

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Love is present and in past.

I've never been good at goodbyes but I feel it closing in, its like a ghost that reaches out his sentiment...

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All the times you cut my body 

All the times you cut my body 

The first time was when you broke my trust
The second, when you looked at me in disgust
The...

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Conyack

Conyack

Here is your straw
An that lil conqack
Im rubbing my name on
Your back
You been...

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Etna

She was once, so very, very hot
and she knew it
the boys then, called her Etna ..
and...

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Artificial Types

Dystopia

Artificial Types

Artificial types
With headphones instead of ears:
Solipsistic and
Apathetic, they seem...

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The Thoughts Of A Call...

Wage-Slavery

The Thoughts Of A Call Centre Operator

I'm not respected.
For I am just a number.
All day long I go
Through the motions. O I...

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Superficial Societies

Inspired By Banksy's ' Mobile Lovers' ( See Poem...

Superficial Societies

Narcissists display
their fashion accessories
like peacocks. They clutch
their latest...

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IF YOU COULD SEE THE FUTURE

IF YOU COULD SEE THE FUTURE

If you saw the future from ten years back to today is this what you would have chose?

Today is the...

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Pretend Love

She loved the thought of us and so did I. If only we actually loved each other but that's not the case at...

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Is it wrong

Poem out of my book: Pain on Paper

Is it wrong

Is it wrong
If I don’t want to live
Nor want to die
Just want to disappear
Melt...

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My Sister đź’ś

I have a sister
Well really I have 2
They look and sound the same
They were even born...

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Life In The Fast Lane

Life In The Fast Lane

We went skiing in St. Moritz, a change from the pits,
and away from racing, no devil on my shoulder...

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I Figured it out

I Figured it out

I think I figured life out when I was nine years old
That might be why I’m now sixty two
I...

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MY Son . . . . .

MY  Son . . . . .

I found my son or rather he just found me,
slim, good looking, like the way I used to be;
I...

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Respite from mortality

Respite from mortality

Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn (the former ex lady friend
of my late father...

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No Mercy on Mean Street

If you let me live
you
can have my wife
and
take the money ..
I am...