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Random Poem:

It still ends the same

Why make such a big scene?
No ones acting mean.
What the fucks up with you?
Can’t tie the laces when the foots in
The other shoe. – Boo hoo
Lifes not working out for you?
Fuck you, you think I like it too?
Easier to brood, black sky blue.
Take a face and face it.
Let your maker make it.
Little wooden boy wanting to be real.
To feel, to steal
a bit on someone else’s life for a while.
Maybe even smile a little.
Instead your opposable digits twiddle,
Fiddle dee dee,
pull out your violin
And play a sad song for me.
Self pity is pretty when you’re feeling ugly
Duckling suckling from the sorry teet.
Fuck your face despite your feet
smelling sweet amongst the rancid roses
you’re supposed to stop and smell.
Oh well.
We’re all going to hell.
Already there?  Me too,
I fucked me, who fucked you?
I guess we all fuck ourselves now and then.
Then again there’s plenty of pricks to do it for us.
A veritable chorus of cunts and cocks waiting out
The tick tock
Waiting to spring like a cheetah
from under that mossy rock.
Paranoid enough to avoid my fate
in a frowning town I hate.
Hate: such a strong word or so we say.
Then why doesn’t hate make it all go away?
And pray it stays and lays dormant
hating hibernating obliterating thoughts
In slumber chopping through the lumber
in the dense rain forest that is my mind.
Mind? No I don’t mind much
Kicking my breath to the curb and such
What are you going to complain?
It still ends the same.

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