I swear...A Poem by JohnFor (*&%'s sake.I'm sorry if my complaints have
been thrown upon weary ears,
but I still have feelings like
throwing up on eerie wear- and-tear
teams of creepy things wearing
plain white tee's and tearing
away at the fabric of our being
while we're being fucked over
by our same f*****g overused,
well-to-do childhoods that
slapped us in the face
all-in-all helping us realize
that all-in-all we're
just lies held up and tied
together with shoe laces
and dolls' faces, painted
puzzles and plastics tray
shards of glass and passed on,
as in hand-me-down,
hand-me-downs
asshats and a*s clowns.
Painted faces and frowning frowns
clowns frowning around towns
covered in towers built with plastic power and...
and worn-out leather. Like whether or not the weather would rather be wetter or dryer,
like a washer and dryer, of clothes... ...you know?
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Added on July 30, 2013 Last Updated on July 30, 2013 Author
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