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Tag: Best Poetry Ever

AGAIN, I MUST REMIND YOU, WE ARE ALL THE SAME INSIDE

 

 

 

 

AS MR. LENNON EXPLAINS IN HIS SMASH HIT ‘IMAGINE’, YOU, THAT IS, ‘THE PUBLIC’, “MAY” RECOGNIZE HIM AS A “DREAMER”, AND, IN YOUR NAIVETY, IMAGINE HE IS THE “ONLY ONE”, BUT HE THEN, IMMEDIATELY, ASSURES YOU THAT THERE ARE MANY OUT THERE AND THAT HE “HOPES” YOU WOULD JOIN THEM

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Well, would you?

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Over the last several day I have been attempting to decipher the voices (and in so doing hopefully extract some secret meaning) which are heard sporadically throughout the song ‘Peace Train’, by Cat Stevens, starting at approximately the one minute five second mark

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If you know keep it no longer hidden

-Jack Horrorchild

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Indicating an appearance of the “voices”

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I call this one, ‘Scary Moon Above the Meditation Center (Where they claim, “Everyone is Welcome”)’

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Would you dare to find out if “everyone” is really welcome?

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I just wanted to remind the audience that the only thing more frightening than a scary moon above a meditation center, is standing under that scary moon outside a meditation center which has a sign reading, “Everyone Welcome”

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The Unfortunate Consequence of Fun

 

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Well, well, if it isn’t our old friend, The Plastic Pig*!

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Horribly lost. Deeply mourned. Joyously returned.

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Blessed I am for sure upon this occasion. Granted a miracle I never will feel worthy of.

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*technically it’s the ‘Headless’ plastic pig shown here with head, but best known for being without it.

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CHARITY SHOP DEATH MATCH

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

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BOYS AND GIRLS

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THE UNDECIDED

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THE INTITUTE

FOR THE STUDY OF

SLIGHTLY VARYING CIRCUMSTANCES

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PROUDLY PRESENTS

A

BRAND SPANKING NEW

POETIZATION

BY

THE ORIGINATOR

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ALL TIME MASTER

OF

THE ART

OF

POETIZATION

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JACK HORRORCHILD

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CHARITY SHOP DEATH MATCH

COPYRIGHT 2017 THE PRESIDENT AND FOUNDER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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‘Runaway Train’ is playing

too loudly

as music does now days

everywhere you fucking go

rock music/pop music

droning

on and on

incesantly

when all you want

is to buy some toilet paper

not attend a God damn discoteque

but,

that’s a Poetization for another day

today’s is about the tension

thick as it was in the charity shop

just before dinner

and everyone’s starving

not for sustenance

but for some geegaw

some nicknack

some hunkajunk

that some other poor slob wants, too

and they will fight over it

to the death

if necessary

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