[Fear of death]A Poem by Jordan JonesA crazy little poemlittle machines in your
gut at birth have robbed your brain of blood
If it's totally me then whats the freak out about Your flower-power workaround is a disaster, my friend Third-party alcoholics have shrunken heads hung up on sticks in the city next door you know, the one you never let me go to ventriloquist
Strong my hand supports your back these words have so much weight the fallacy is yours to keep that I would be wrong because I am wrong
You are wrong because you are wrong isn't it crystal this won't be a discussion? For I am a herding man not a serpent like you perhaps more of an animal is that fallacious? Do you shuffle the flock?
I do shuffle the flock but not for a game I am a herdman also who for you go insane
Then GO! and let me sit beneath these windows alone
I will go crazy if you leave
Was that a bird? Are you my mommy? I think I hear a tractor five miles away i have autonomy
You will not survive if I go and you will not know my name
I know your name. it is solved You are the man who found me at birth addicted to heroin and we are trapped in this closet until the men who followed your rescuing me find us here And you are talking to yourself only out of fear of death. © 2013 Jordan JonesAuthor's Note
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorJordan JonesAboutI've been writing since second grade. Always preferring length to brevity through middle school and high school--which does go against writing rules--I actually managed to develop pretty strong imagin.. more..Writing
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