“all they want to do is tie
the poem to a chair with rope
and
torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.”
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― Billy Collins
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Elfje:
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possibly
the truth
the whole truth
lying cops a plea
confession
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Haiku:
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no silence in spring
natures chorus seeking mates
music to God’s ear
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Poem:
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motives; body, mind and soul
as mysterious as a black hole
our wants and needs mostly ego driven
justification by purposeful commission
deep inside is it nurture or nature
character or appearance a portraiture
the sickest act like a magic chameleon
memory and events destined for oblivion
those who can’t, teach or become a politician
common sense does in no way improve cognition
the unethical shrink seeks a plausible explanation
the healthy see only the mentally deranged aberration
the simple mind deduces that there is no rhyme or reason
so sad that politically incorrect can’t be construed as treason
history repeats and human nature again is wrong
what remains will be left to the elements, the strong.
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ME and the Boss
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ME and the Boss Poetry 
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