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A Poem by volplane

I'm scraping mud off the bottom of my shoes -

And wondering where I went wrong,

that I deserve a pair of shoes.


The kitchen is an organism,

its breathing,

and growing,

and I think it developed consciousness.

get out the house to the necropolis

its kind of dark inside but i'm gaining confidence

in my ability to battle hoards of insanity �" monotonous.


you saw a lost child, I saw a free man

I see the dried up noodles in the frying pan.

I wont clean it, I refuse to think about it

all damning gold, damned to the pit


i'm the lions den, you're the jar of syrup

you're the work horse, i'm the feet on the stirrup


they said I could never be a star, i'd rather be a supercluster

these specs are in my way, get my super duster

I eat my hot dogs with ketchup, hold the mustard.

castles are always colder when they're empty.

© 2015 volplane


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Added on May 21, 2015
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volplane
volplane

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A Poem by volplane