The DeciderA Poem by E.H. Monroeof..me?I am the air I cannot be the air when I am busy being the Breath That beats and entreats the love between two Liars I travel in green fume like cheap gas station perfume that knocks the socks off While he tries to get his rocks off with a rapist’s grip I am ashamed that I have been used to educate these Swine When I could have used my time to suffocate these lies between these lines I blew through the trees I ran through the leaves And now I believes that I spend more time as pollution in motion Rather than ideas of positive emotion I am © 2011 E.H. MonroeReviews
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20 Reviews Added on January 3, 2011 Last Updated on January 5, 2011 AuthorE.H. Monroehate your f*****g guts, NJAboutS**t eating fuckbag of the crapocalypse. Dystopian Bard and general word rapist. like me here, and i'll kiss you on the face.. http://www.facebook.com/pages/EH-Monroe/226600554032025 Its here .. more..Writing
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