From Which I Could HangA Poem by Andrew N. FarrensRes Ipsa LoquiturI am
not afraid of the grave but I am scared of my soul being saved Because
then I’d have to live up to how I was raised And
the truth of the matter, is that I do not feel I make the grade I used
to date a beautiful woman but she refuses to believe what I say And
though I pray to meet a girl Who
believes I want more from her than to get laid It
seems they are all the same, Materialistic
underneath the sweet, maternal masquerade Lord
knows that I do not consider all women ho’s It’s
just that the hatred of loneliness grows The
only loyal female is the Kitty Nepenthe And
even she pisses on my clothes Lately,
my damned luck seems to suck More
than usual and I’m like: “What the f**k?” In The
City of Stockton I am forever stuck I wear
a knife on the side but to date the blade has never cut Any
human being but it might be freeing for that fact to change In the
mean time I am just searching for a paradisiacal rope From which I could hang .A.N.F. © 2012 Andrew N. FarrensReviews
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7 Reviews Added on September 5, 2012 Last Updated on September 5, 2012 Tags: Farrens, Andrew, Drew, Kazinsky, poetry, Stockton, California, rhymes, Kazinskyville, Kazinskyness, 209 AuthorAndrew N. FarrensWest Stockton, CAAboutAndrew Nicolas Farrens A/N/F Drew Kazinsky westies 209 Andrew N. Farrens a.k.a Drew Kazinsky is an awful, often Confused Poet/Writer/Musician/Word-Bully/Word-Slinger and many .. more..Writing
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