Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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You're round?

You're round?

A Poem by nothing grinner

A chain of fresh air?

I smoke the breeze!

Converse prosaic platitudes, them typical attitudes

a stat of verbal fashion!

satire and bastardised cultural vomit,

that affirms their social settings-

Half talk politics and the fodder of our own Apathetic,

Self appointed rules and regulations,

Still, the same old blithering idiots,

reaffirming the predjudices

that pretence-

and baffling philosophies

we pretend to understand-

in to a stupor

of visually inept romance.

now so willing to pleas,

those girls we clearly know are just a c**k tees.

Now debate becomes argument

and every ones right,

so leave with a bust lip at the end of the night.

© 2008 nothing grinner


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Love the words you use in this.

Yet again, great rhythm to it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


YOur use of unexpecting words was executed very well. I expecially like the use of the word
"vomit" because it was very unexpected to be were it is. I loved it. very very good write.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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nothing grinner
nothing grinner

Hull, England, England



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i'm a student illustrator in my second year at university. i studied at the hull school of art and design. i like to write poems, lyrics and short stories as well as my painting and drawing. i love mu.. more..

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