Myfacespacebook.comA Poem by Apparitiondescription? is that like a prescription? where's my daily dose of brain soap?Welcome to my-face-space-book, dot com It's a social network created by so-called experts The finest in brainwash scientists teamed up A collaboration in emancipating humanity from itself Green bucks, vanity in a nutshell Just to feel the built in wallets in their butt's swell Sometimes it makes my gut delve But the thought stops it's lingering When I start fingering my keyboard This is better than an MTV brand sea-shore Full of three-hundred and thirty-three w****s times two I can chat while getting my favorite corporation's logo tatooed on my-face-space The book fell of the ledge in to the flaming pit How does literature cooked taste? How's for a survey to find the answer? Dan from Montana thinks it tastes like wal-mart cancer Which, by the way, tastes delicious Or so I'm told by Ex-Sex-Pistols bassist, Sid Vicious But isn't he dead? Of course, but his name-sake was bought by Macky-Fred Or was it Freddy-Mac, Goldman and Sachs? My-face feels like it just got taxed for it's space My face feels like it was attacked by a burning copy of The Grapes of Wrath My, my... how it feels to be faceless Lipless, tongue-less equals tasteless Everything I held dear is make-shift My-face-space-book, dot calm Mind state; raped and left for dead on the front lawn
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1 Review Added on November 12, 2009 Last Updated on November 18, 2009 Previous Versions AuthorApparitionfive thousand two hundred and eighty away from wavesAboutI am an apparition, a ghost in the system, the host's no longer the victim, the parasite grows weary of the barely alive flesh dressed in a hardly harrowing death caressed mess, stressful doesn't trul.. more..Writing
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