Perhaps it is a metaphor?
Oh man I want to fart,
Perhaps I had one too many tarts,
I am too lazy to walk to the bathroom.
I will instead use a corner close to me
A natural thing is inconvenient, just like Pee.
Perhaps a metaphor?
poem by Nicholas Abaddon
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The Little Puppet
The little puppet sits on the shelf
staring at me through his glass eyes
I wonder what he sees,
are my troubles fascinating to him?
His jaw opens from time to time
I wish he tell me something.
Funny or sad
maybe even a sonnet or two
All he does is gape
spy on me and pass silent judgement.
How I really hate that thing!
poem by Nicholas Abaddon
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The Death Of A Sage
In despair he rode away,
leaving the world behind,
he thought he could bring the light,
but found only a walled in door.
Idols crowded him,
Demanding his Way begone from them,
To leave all minds in their fists.
He rode to find another way to spread his light,
oh Great Master, how far did you ride?
Despair crushed his soul and his Way,
He left us to our gold,
Now we split from him and all.
Without the Way all idols are silent.
Now we are empty of all and the mind has collected mold.
Oh we shall never forget you all wise Sage.
Never forget the Great Master.
poem by Nicholas Abaddon
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A Poem That Had Potential
In Despair he rode away,
leaving the world behind,
he thought he could bring the light,
but only a sealed door.
Idols crowded him,
Growling like a pack of Ravenous dogs, Â
Demanded his Way be gone from them.
So The Sage rode to find another way to spread his light,
But found only the want of Darkest Bliss.
Despair crushed his soul and his Way,
So he left them to their gold, to split from him and all.
With their adversary the idols are silent.
Now the people were empty and their minds collected mold.
Never to know the light they toiled away,
until the clocks final toll.
poem by Nicholas Abaddon
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