Working Class Scarecrow
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SPEAK!A Poem by Working Class Scarecrowthe sound of breath FILLING THE LUNGSand then escaping again. back into the space where breath first came from .and i can't argue. but the fire was o.. |
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Bare Skinned in Her BedA Poem by Working Class Scarecrowshe's still holding my hand, but has she severed my arms?a canteen full of sand? just another snake that she's charmed?and we still sleep bare skinned.. |
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Burn Away the Bad We BuiltA Poem by Working Class Scarecrow"for a minute there, i lost myself" so sayeth Thom Yorke and so sayeth myself would you believe, if I asked you to? escape..... I can feel...... |
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Read Me ThinksA Poem by Working Class Scarecrowthe guy on the other end of the world wide web wants me to select an object at random and describe itpoetically...unfortunately, it's much too dark in.. |
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Soap BoxA Poem by Working Class Scarecrowsong i wrote a few weeks back... |
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Through My Every PoreA Poem by Working Class Scarecrowillusions.... illusions truth or lies relativity duality in disguise there are better ways there ARE better ways and democracy means only .. |
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Fear crawls up my backA Poem by Working Class Scarecrowsilence is a sentance solittude, a blessing and a curse all of these double edged swords slashing situations, but they must be worth something .. |
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Black IceA Poem by Working Class Scarecrowbetter get to sleep sun'll be up soon my friend takes some drunk girl into his room i just seem to float with no real direction cause that's e.. |
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Pen to the PaperA Poem by Working Class Scarecrowi go watch these singers and find myself awe struck then i put my pen to the paper but my hand keeps gettin stuck so i reach for a keyboard .. |
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