rigged, really.A Poem by Alice Redstatistically, i should be dead.
i've read in magazine after article before newspaper sometimes with an ad. about the polls; the trends. my generation of disappearances.
physically, i am just waiting around; watching i guess. taking notes. observations.
stealing a little of this; taking a little of that.
you know. a tone of voice. a snicker.
a sideways wink, when you're flirting in an arrogant manner.
"it's called 'learned behavior'."
ah ha. yes & we see. although i hardly do.
God, we're so full of s**t. us writers. us artists. us liar liar liars.
but goodness, we're good at it.
my hair is really dirty blonde, i look too young for my soul & i need to shave my legs.
the thing is, no one cares. the thing is, you just tell yourself they do.
the solution is: it's already fixed. © 2011 Alice RedAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 27, 2011 Last Updated on October 27, 2011 AuthorAlice RedAboutI consider myself a personal fan of writing. i experiment with a lot of flash fiction, and for quite some time now i've steered clear of capitalizing words i don't deem fit. needless to say, my s.. more..Writing
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