Without A DoubtA Poem by MilesPresented to me on his gritty hands Were three men with bowler hats With a devilish sneer And a twist of the 'stach I couldn't help but wonder What does it all mean? A glowing, blue man threw a mouse Out from the river and into the sky And he spun and screamed And I could only wonder What does it mean? "Get 'em out you dusty beetle?" Is it sheer randomness? Is my subconcious trying to lay a fat one on me? Luckily... Adventurous symphony spiels on A background analog Logged in tight Indecent pariah Melatanoid projection A fainter stranger saying simply, "Without a doubt." The words being for no purpose at all Yet I see a breakthrough In transformative psychology The silliest, most rarest words I can conjure An attempt at originality I'm telling you, Memories and knowledge Are all plagiarism Pine-toked little stud A mirror taking a trip Down a paralyzed score of rodents Psychosomatically, it rages For fear it may be forgotten So, they are trying to kill me Seen so close, they're as vicious as malaria Striking down malicious blows Just fight it With a sword and a shield And a helmet and a beard Rapunsal, you're falling Your hair is flying Bolsheviks, the Union's falling Your brothers are bleeding Ah, just give it a flower Or say the magic word See? That hooded skeleton Is about to slaughter that boar
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Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on August 23, 2011 AuthorMilesDarmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, GermanyAboutI'm American, I was born in Japan, and have since traveled to many different states and countries. I'm an Athiest and an Existentialist and I prefer the Multiple Big Bang theory. I play guitar, and .. more..Writing
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