A Riddle, a Poem and a Haiku

oppressedlizard

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A riddle:

If she kills, she’ll go to jail.
If she loves, she’ll go where they keep the insane.
If she does neither, she’s in pain.
If she says the truth,
They’ll see the cards with which she plays.
If she lies,
She won’t be herself.

A poem:

I’d gift you flowers,
Though I rather gift you a gun,
Because there is no rose
without spines.
I’d wait for that rose to grow
but I don’t have much time,
When you gift your rose to the one,
Will you remember it was me,
who gave you your spines?

A Haiku:

A beautiful girl…
She is afraid of freedom;
Am I to free her?
 

WolfmanYZ

Tu quoque morieris
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The sink has tears
The shower weeps
The wind has ears
My shadow leaps
The human fears
The demon creeps
And in the end, death does reap
 

hoseq

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To those who Write upon the Walls,
Roll your "S" poop in little balls....
And those who read these words of wit,
can eat those little balls of "S" Poop.....
 

hoseq

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Here I sit, all broken hearted
Came to shit and only farted.
Wasted a dime, but what the hell,
At least I can sit, and enjoy the smell.
The very next time I took a chance,
Saved a dime but I shit my pants.
 

hoseq

Kevlar Cult High Priest
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They scrub these walls to stop my pen,
but the Shithouse Poet strikes again.
Those erased words are all my life.
I'll next ENGRAVE them with my knife.
 
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hoseq

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There once was a couple named Kelly
they got stuck belly to belly
for in their haste they used library paste
instead of petroleum jelly.
 

hoseq

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There was a young maid from Madras
Who had a magnificent ass;
Not rounded and pink,
As you probably think –
It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.
 

WolfmanYZ

Tu quoque morieris
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Thoughts and ideas fill my mind--like a dead man’s lungs underwater; maybe I was only born--just to be a martyr.
Desolate--is the sale and storage of the barter; achieved are the murders of the feral unfed crawler.
Likewise was the experiment, of the last encounter; with the mangled body parts-- and mutilated flounder.
Deep below the ocean depths--lies the horrid founder; of the esoteric cult’s disease, meeting so much prouder.
Littered on the cavern floor--during a long winter; many bones of ages old, waiting for your whimpers.
Why do they do this so--why so many fingers; why do the screams come--in very little splinters?
Will the damn thing eat--or is it now asleep? Will it get up and kill me with its large and many teeth?
There are chants that ring from the solid walls, and my screams do chill my nearly fatal fall.
 

Piro

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Riddle:
You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do.
What Am I ?

Haiku:
The dress was too short
He told her it was just fine
Then kept dropping things

Poem:
Went through the car wash today
To get rid of all the goop
But to my dismay
More bird poop