OKAY, CORRAL MEA Poem by kublakhan2708 16 14
Pockets of apocryphal enormity
I grudgingly inherited through word of mouth I can barely see let alone walk in the shadow of the mainstream's efficacious coattails Sing a song of six-guns in my honour when I choke on the tuberculosis of ambition taken out of context and embalm me with the dog-eared ghost of a scripture in training Effigies stuffed with the satisfaction of my just desserts like a turkey will be occupied by yours truly for you see I was born disembodied Penance is the purpose I've been saving up my pounds of purgatory for All your masochistic anti-wakes I will nullify with my delight in your insane cathartic festivals of spite When existence is a paid-in-fate sabbatical the job of sweeping up a castigated legacy is all the heaven I require or deserve © 2014 kublakhan27Author's Note
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Added on August 16, 2014Last Updated on August 16, 2014 Authorkublakhan27Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutMy first book is out! Any comments that anyone may have to offer regarding my work would be deeply appreciated, as I'm yet to get a review. www.amazon.com/Waltz-Around-Swirls-Steven-Fortune/dp.. more..Writing
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