Bazooka Teaches

Joined October 2017

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A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.

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Utopian Abstract Forgetful Love
They say don't forget your jewels when they take me; And she with a withering look, smiles but a tear seem to flow. - They say not to look at the reflection of love
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Aberrant
tight and skinny sexy and shy never been like me her beautiful cheeks shine - jealous zealot black and blue threads never dressed like me
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Radical Thoughts and Nature the Cleanser
Radical Thoughts In a crowd full of faces where the sidewalk is falling apart and the streets are congested with dragsters,
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Lola's Advice
She had to go to a psychic to check on me to go see if her misery is an illusion or hear the bad man that I am. - She had to go to a psychic
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Desperate Reconciliation
I really need to see your eyes my sweet. If I don't, I may die every day. They shine inside my heart and move my feet, and they make my soul free, flying sun rays.
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Phonetic Rage
A silent desperation in an endless flight, and all the fumes blaze in my head upon infinite melancholy intertwined with bliss.
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Ed has a Polaroid of a Photograph
Ed has a picture of a photograph He’s got a nipple and a butt in it and do you really want to know that she’s kind of ugly wrong
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Her Smile a Blunder
She can't feel any concentration or find that missing link. Her mind is all washed up. “Please!” she yells, “shut up!” She swerves, falls, and breaks,
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Barfly Bliss
Glittering silver shorts hugging tight making her mojo sway with a feisty intent. - Eyes waltzing, throats drowning, booze magnifying cabooses.
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Cry Over Spilled Milk
It was a cold shoulder night and I had a bone to pick; But, of course, I boringly cooled my heels. Burning inside like an eel
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Worthwhile
I’m walking down the street where the sun is merely free and muddy puddles are always spraying me And the shops, their windows have my dreams
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Mr. Black Suit Clown
He wears a dark black suit White pale face Crazy funny make up Eyeliner Distorted face expressions Making fun of me Looking at me, through me
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets

Bazooka Teaches

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Utopian Abstract Forgetful Love

Aberrant

Radical Thoughts and Nature the Cleanser

Lola's Advice

Desperate Reconciliation

Phonetic Rage

Ed has a Polaroid of a Photograph

Her Smile a Blunder

Barfly Bliss

Cry Over Spilled Milk

Worthwhile

Mr. Black Suit Clown

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