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Put me in the pine wood, Wrap me in a sheet, Don't gussy me up With makeup, Embalming fluid Before I my Maker meet. He knows what I look Like,..

Sediment falls to the riverbed of my heart, Sentiments build their islands, Anger graffitis its walls, Hate slows the flow, My soul fills and chok..

Jan. 11, 2017

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There once was a Druid named Lurid, who was fatally stupid, and knew it. He tried his hardest to lose it, but didn't have the heart, aptitude ..

One day, I will be bones without the being, a pair of orbitals, unseeing; ribs without meat, no heartbeat, no heat, no morals: a vagabond boxed..

Today I was called a neophyte; How lucky I am to be alive! So young, I’m born again; So young, I suckle, S**t my diapers and cry. Soon I&..

The problem with the dead unjustly, prematurely Put in their graves, Skin burnt, Humiliated, Tortured, Or just raped; Is that they pray still ..

I once went to Mexico In search of peyote And free love, But when I got there, I found coyote, tequila, banditos and guns; I left Mexico a vi..