whitman – Musings of the Mad

I just fuck around on Twitter

Apr 28, 2023

limerick, poem, poems, poet, poetry, Poetry, Tweets, twitter

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And pretty much the only people who get to see this shit besides whomever might occasionally get it in their feed on there is you guys. It’s really worth opening this thread and reading all of these little poems but this is the one where I made myself cry with the final line.

Politics are A Means of Extracting Wealth from Workers and Giving it to the Ruling Class

Feb 12, 2023

activism, Capitalism, poetry

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You’re gonna catch the brain disease if you don’t fucking quit You think that I am kidding but it really is a fit. If we were all Ukrainian they might just give a shit. But they’re just paying donors back I’m now forced to admit.

Three

Oct 6, 2021

Other Poetry, sonnets, Uncategorized

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A sonnet daily ‘bout the whims of one— A hopeless lover longing to find love— Of broken hearts and broken wills, so fun— Poetry is man’s most potent drug. A poem will keep you healthy, Whitman says. As long as one dines nightly in the nude. As for one’s opus, always edit, yes. For one…