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The tablecloth got a milk stain and stuff...

Fifteen catholic school blokes raped like silly and stuff...

George W Bush is a war criminal and stuff...

I got wine and beer and vodka and weed and stuff...

The mini mart girl behind the counter licks her lips and stuff...

The 40 something poetry maiden looks at me and licks her lips and stuff...

Children with distended bellies and stuff...

Old people with severed arms and stuff...

Poets dying of ignoring and stuff...

The universe filled with stuff and stuff...and stuff...and stuff...and stuff...

Terence Patrick Burns

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by kilgoretrout

Loved the snuffly humor and stuff. Like to me I was all like agreeing and stuff. You know like all that sh*t is like so true and stuff.This guy was like telling me everything you were saying in this poem. He was like really jumping up and down and stuff and I could like really get it. But you know you did it better. It was so rad!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: November 25, 2008 )

kilgoretrout... of stuff.

This poem is nothing short of brilliant. It drips with bitter certitude, enhanced by the juxtaposition of lightheartedness and atrocity. Rating: 10. Thank you for this.


( Posted by: Ariana [Member] On: November 25, 2008 )

Terence's STUFF...all our a karmic wheel of stuff always turning turning
Terence's Stuff...all our a karmic wheel of stuff always turning turning more stuff....coming and going, going and coming stuff stuff stuff....

There a lot of "stuff" that's all fucked up and stuff. Yeah, I know. Seen 55 years of it myself...and it never ends, the stuff...the stuff, the shit and stuff.

Compassion is stuff worth working on everyday and in every way, no matter how small. I got a lot of stuff left to do, done some, done much, but still there is so much stuff more that can to done to end this stuff...all the stuff, belongs to each of us, none of us own it, all of us own it. The stuff. The fucking stuff, the good stuff, the bad stuff, the kind stuff, the mean stuff, endless stuff...materialistic stuff and spiritual stuff...bottomless, eternal, always there, stuff in constant change of stuff the only constant is stuff..change and change and stuff...constant.

Tashi Delek and all that stuff...

Hey, butchers leave those turkey's alone! All in all we're all just another turkey in the wall...
Merry Thankgiving;-)

( Posted by: TheRealKarmaTseringLhamo [Member] On: November 25, 2008 )

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