you try.

you try.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson

 

This

Is

A

Sickness.

I figured out

That I had to piss,

That hard way.

This

Is

A

Disease.

Its eating

Gnawing at me

I don’t want to say

It

But dancing around it

Is so much fun.

Isn’t it?

Enjoy my carnival.

See if you can make them stop.

See

If you

Can make them shut up.

If you know a better way.

 

This is what kills me.

This is how I live.

This is how I work.

Watch.

Its gonna have a killer ending.

© 2008 Boyd Johnson


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I can relate to this, its a good representation of the ways one can turn to self destruction to fore go dealing with a problem that even though they may not die from could result in far worse harm to their soul, thats what i got out of it at least...the fact thats its a poem makes it all the more enjoyable...by the way i dont really understand this point system yet so im giving you five i have no idea if that good or bad

Posted 16 Years Ago


i see the j.m. influence here ... dancing in a ring of fire tossing of the challenges with a shrug...

no one gets out of here alive...



Posted 16 Years Ago


You got da fire back... cause it's spitting hot.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Boyd Johnson

the great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NY



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