Spit a Hole to ChinaA Poem by The VillainSometimes smoking leaves one feeling a bit too lonely
Swept away by vicious tides
of hate, breeding in the masses trying to find some solace in a mountain dew and a jack outside in the cold I run my hand through my hair while my other hand maintains a burning cigarette. With no one around I spit at the ground hoping to burn a hole to China so maybe I will have someone to talk to. It won't be much as the language barrier will defeat any possible logical flow of conversation however the sound of another man's voice is enough to make me desire it so. Oh, how I wish I could spit a hole to China how I wish I could burn my way into another man's heart a friendship between us that breaks all possible restrictions. When there is no further test results I will march into the lab where my soul was born and take the conscience that is rightfully mine. Oh, how I wish I could spit a hole to China just to have someone to talk to... © 2011 The Villain |
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1 Review Added on January 22, 2011 Last Updated on January 22, 2011 AuthorThe VillainSilver Spring, MDAbout"Wh-who ARE you?" "Me? I'm the king of the twentieth century. I'm the bogeyman. The Villain." -V for Vendetta A Graphic Novel by Alan Moore more..Writing
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