Who the Hell Even Reads?

Who the Hell Even Reads?

A Poem by The Last Poetic King
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poetry/nonsense

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Soaked in bleach,
Drenched in disease,
Disgusting little pricks

Escape the senses
Failure of fate
Aiming for the moon
Face to the plate

Disease it plaques
And history repeats
So kick some dirt in your eyes
A birthing place for flies
Genuine Reprise

Repeat, are you mad?
Repeat, are you free?
History is a little too weak
Who even reads?
Can you really see?

Soaked in bleach,
A significant disease,
Who the hell wants something to eat?

Disgusting little pricks
Death from above, 
Maybe beneath
Who the hell even reads?

Does this really mean?
Are you in need?
Call the hotline

Nobody is your friend
Always around when you're in need
Watching you when you bleed,
Soaked in bleach, 
Drenched in disease,
Don't you wish you could see?
Who the hell even reads?

Soaked in Bleach,
Drenched in Disease,
In Memoriam,
Who the hell even reads?

© 2015 The Last Poetic King


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The Last Poetic King
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