Hey Bay don't disappoint me!

I came here for a reason

Not to watch sports games

I came here to live

Not to become a slave

Snobs can be elsewhere

I came here to live

I don't love snobs

In fancy restaurants

Something come my way

Getting lost in the bay

Don't point me the wrong way

Be more summer of love

I was born then

Right out of a volcano

Take me if you want

Or its Hawaii for me

Back to the beach

Come on groovy gals

Take me if can

I am the man

Come on groovy guys

Frisbee golf

You know what I want

California!?
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Bill Hole had been someone once..

Carrying a gun

But not anymore

Every since the shot

He has been drinking shots

With a far away look

At the ghostly inn

Sometimes all alone at the bar

Mumbling to himself


I am Bill Hole

The one and only

I will go far

Maybe soon

Time is waiting

For it is I Bill Hole

Can I help you?
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In fact this plotting place called our modern world is capable of true evil.


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Lots of false "facts" on the search engine undermines our trust a lot. Thanks jerks.


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Troubles move..

It looked like a monkey

Yet more terrifying

Crawling like a wild thing

Almost

Almost

Like a zombie

Looking for skin

Strange crawling thing demon

Like a zombie

Here he comes

So smart and so dumb

Here he comes

Almost dead.
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Stop for something..

Times goes by

Pays to work

Wanting some results

Moaning is gross anyway,

She remembers a guy

On the battlefield.
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Being right is not a delight.

Get a life.
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What is 3?

It is in a number system where most people find themselves at 1 1/2 which has some problems but is doable.  4 and 5 are unknown and perhaps unknowable.  3 is not easy to find either since trying to get to 3 can knock people down.  It is real status.
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If poor people and middle class muggles start calling you zombies there is an answer!


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Are you afraid of becoming a zombie by your mostly Kale diet and meat hating?

TRY:

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Join the crowd, beats the alternative!

Uhhhhhh..


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What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.