Fall the Monsters

All the monsters fall,
No matter how powerful, frightening, or tall,
They topple and get broken down,
By small bottom feeders that roam around.

This is the virtue of balance,
To make sure that everything gets an allowance,
So when monsters start hogging it all,
Then all the monsters fall!

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An Organism

I am a heap of organic matter,
I am a piece of carbon-based crap,
And one day I'll die, and my ashes will scatter,
Throughout this whole limitless map!

So what does it matter what happens to me?
My life is a blip on the screen of Time,
A flash in the pan of Eternity,
A cell in the syrupy slime...

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The Truth Lies in the End

To die without knowing what purpose I had,
To die when it's snowing, eyes frozen and sad,
Like a hungry hyena I scavenged and searched,
I roamed the arena while the vultures were perched.

Like all other men I just wanted relief,
Some got lost in their faith, other in disbelief,
Now listen my sycophant, follower, friend,
For I'll say this but once: the truth lies in the end!

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Dark Marshes

Out there are the noises of all that's forgotten,
The groans and distortions of figures so rotten,
So loathsome and lowly, so foul and grotesque,
Moving so slowly through memories repressed.

O the mess of diseases, festering, vile,
The breeding mosquitoes, the still crocodile-
Dark marshes are out there, oh yes, my fine friend,
And if you're not mindful they'll find you in the end!

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The Differences Between Women and Men

Men like to pretend they are strong like a viking,
While women make men leap through loops to their liking,
But such bizarre stunts are for jokers and fools,
And love is not mirrored in diamonds or jewels.

See, the main differences between women and men
Are the same differences 'tween a cock and a hen,
And I hope that makes sense to the brains and the birds,
For I couldn't be clearer with any more words.

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A Blue-Tinted Lizard

There's a blue-tinted lizard on the redbrick wall,
Where the green ivy grows and the brown leaves fall,
'O it's such a pleasant day, ' say my playful little parents,
'Why don't you go outside where the brown leaves fall.'
But I'm so tired all the time in my redbrick house,
And all I see when I look out is where that blue-tinted lizard used
to slither on the wall,
Where the green ivy grows and the brown leaves fall.

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Same Old

Same old sobbing, same old laughter,
Living happily ever after,
Eating potatoes, peas, and porridge,
Then being placed back into storage.

Sliced apart, preserved in jars,
Some severed heads amidst the stars,
Distilled in vinegar on dusty shelves,
Separated- by themselves.

And in the end it's all the same,
A footnote with a face and name,
The same old mob of sad-eyed mourners,
The same old cobwebs in the corners.

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Day and Night

I wrap myself with a golden ray,
Which swirls and swarms and warms my heart,
Until the sagging face of day
Slides off the ever-changing chart!

Then I behold the pearly moon,
Illuming dreamland's citadels,
So sterile o'er the darkling dune—
A portrait of such doleful knells!

Thrown back and forth we creatures are,
Caught between two vast extremes,
With the sun and moon and every star
To dot our seamless, ghostly dreams!

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What Is Life?

There's snow outside my window,
Shadows on the floor,
The moon illumes the sky,
Just as the night before.

I miss my little family,
And with emotions high,
I sit with hands on head,
And cry, cry, cry...

The next day I feel better,
And put the kettle on,
And sip a cup of chamomile,
As sunshine strikes the lawn.

O passing days, please tell me,
Whatever is this life?
A moment filled with moments?
Splendor, wonder, strife?

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Humble Dwelling

I grew up in a humble dwelling,
Filled with fighting, chaos, yelling!
The walls were thin, the rooms were small,
Through hallways we heard mother call.

I went to school and played with friends,
And never questioned to what ends.
Then I grew up and joined the army,
(Hoping that no one would harm me) .

Afterwards I settled down,
And raised a family in a town.
And still I have a humble dwelling,
Filled with fighting, chaos, yelling!

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