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this is the writing on the wall
penned in pixels
as i cry out to the digital expanse
a fit of fervor for Facebook
and a touch of t..
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Riddled with ridiculous rosaries...
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Oh, Blasphemers!
You speak so highly unto yourselves
To fulfill your needs.
A need for power!
Money & Power & Greed!
Yo..
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I am disaster
malevolent mayhem
to tear you down
to a skeleton
of yourself
My mouth bluster
with damage & spite
but My eye ..
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Forty lashes to my broken back
Till you're laughin’--Spinal Tap.
Broken, humerus, unlikely facts--
Lacerations seeping black.
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“Why do you speak with nothing to say,”
I ask again
Almost every day.
Small talking
Without walking the same kinda way..
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Please, liberate me from this life--
This bronze-plated, ill-fated lie.
Take it apart, I’m begging, please.
I need something ..
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Unfettered and untamed
But the boatman passes blame.
Tells me I’m bound for Hades Shore,
And so I say I’ve been the..
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poetry about poetry...
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They cut you so deep
Covered you in scars.
They still make you weep,
Throwing stones from afar.
And you’re stuck here again,
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