adam MEORA , Three crazy wisdom from philly's poetry wise-guy

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Shamanic Paper Cuts

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homeless derelict calling down the alien s ons

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Chip away bones mentalists push me to edge dis {appear} across family trees

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Novels written about me will be torn up to find my anus in a bowl of cherries

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Beauty of sundial con scious necessary become six hour holy man

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Risk is close to life without living death its due thought death is risk without loss

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I fall into blood soars before blood idol soars swill swine pushed stomach outward

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Ethiopia female cage tiny rice pellets stark sand crystals sand paper cut lips = mothers

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We are not one we are not one us naked is different tone ]d eath starve uterus spermshaped

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Future has chance ….one psychotic….one famished…make mah eat poetry

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For all the countries with my children

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Boom BOOM MY nuclear weapons have names like my children

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Succulent memorable tributes to my ancestors First middle last ways to split us into oblivion

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One we haven’t seen since the BIG BANG

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Notice my bold over pronunciation

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Let my kids become less ….one thousand heads of little rug smashing babies

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Crushed with borscht and apple pie sandwiches

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I will make them bow to headless reason of blowing up glaciers

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So more slushies can drip for our canyons of dooM

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mention me and get a coupon to the poet’s hall of fame

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wait I must blow up these consonants as to create more green fuel for my

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egolasting slice of the BIG BaNG PIE

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I have cum again to ensure that you will be pregnant forever with impermanence

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Hide your impermanence hide your definitive articles

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I have zero tolerance for eating on the fly

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But my children must die ….all of our children must die

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Don’t play dea Big BanG

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I am an island in this poem leave me be and spread my nuclear love song

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Spread my nuclear love song

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I fear suicide I fear nukes I fear shaving my legs and wearng daisy dukes

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I fear diapers and cleaning on poops

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I am a magic poet I am a magic poet wait I don’t even like magic or poetry or poets who use magic or magicians that steal poetry I like to steal plane and simple

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I will steal your answer to this poem I will steal your response

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I will steal your nonchalance

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Proliferation referendum dumbski missle strike I love lesbian dike patrols

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Swallowing half sized childish trolls

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Bust open warhead tolls

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Pay me to be the god of universal bullshit

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Pay me to the god of hooterversal warspit

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My children have names like marmalade xlposive meora

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Or Meltingfeshy ginsberg meora jam jam

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I don’t kare if the people are gon just keep playing by nuclear love song

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I don’t kare if the people are gon just keep playing by nuclear love song

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I don’t kare if the people are gon just keep playing by nuclear love song

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I don’t kare if the people are gon just keep playing by nuclear love song

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I don’t kare if the people are gon just keep playing by nuclear love song

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I am a man who is scared easily; wet behind orifices when they fall away

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Sand crabs tunnel skin

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I do not fear human extinction; animals, plants, insects hold much more

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Clarity

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must we not sacrifice ourselves as we sacrifice our globe our globe

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How selfish our footprints magnified through human brains

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How selfish our suffering human remains

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Must we mark all things let wolves eat our carcasses, ferns grow

From our mouths

Swans fly from our bellies

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Beetle moths crawl out from

our

Backs

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Shivers portly do not die I’ll give you me to live, sweet river; no more water for me

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Make rain from my eyes solid spectra of cow milk

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Heartbeats for sigh lent creatures