IndignationA Poem by tekphobikAlcohol will shut me up, where's the whiskey at noon?
I sit here tappity-tapping
Playing a little social game Drawing attention with the sound of a keyboard So that y'all will look at me for a second Weep, weep, I'm so misunderstood. But if you really did know The cunning that's going into this The ego-stroking satisfaction of a job well done It's altogether frightening How calculated I am. Pop-fizz-bang, make a flash Anything to catch your eye's appeal This is all so arrogantly hollow, so you know I'm just dreaming bigger Than I think you are. © 2011 tekphobikAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on December 17, 2011 Last Updated on December 17, 2011 Tags: disgust, indignation, contempt, attack AuthortekphobikRed Deer, Alberta, CanadaAboutI live for the words. Artistry is taking pieces of your soul out and throwing them against a wall to make someone else feel something or experience some sort of insight. It's the only thing worth li.. more..Writing
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