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Young people
Men in tuxedos And women in dresses The equivalent of suits of armor Stumbling stupidly throuhg alleyways Not drunk Just Stupid Searching for parties they think are being thrown By other sober twits also stumbling stupid Looking for those same parties Not being thrown by their compadres Who as I said Are stumbling sober They eventually go home To empty apartments Smelling of sweat nad despair Wishing they had Heartbreaks, hangovers, used condoms in their pockets and pot smoke sizzling from their nostrils But alas Such pleasure is for the confident Who may or may not exist HERE Is where this poem and reality collide I have written it in black crayon The death of the evening Is Myself I am a drug addict Who has never soiled his veins, liver or lungs A virgin priest in the guise of an anarchist pervert Wanting to be the latter But instead being a ladder that nobody will climb (instructions for reading this poem) (the next few lines, read them in a mr rogers impersonation) "Now children today we're going to talk about psychotic breakdowns. Have you eve had a psychotic breakdown? As you know recently king friday climbed a water tower with a high powered rifle and hurt a lot of puppets" (now stop reading like mr rogers) (dont read this out loud it's in parentheses you moron) I have written this in black crayon I will never stumble stupid or drunk down an alleyway looking for a quick grope My conscience wouldn't allow it Damn conscience I just sit here In a plastic party hat with a strap on my chin Blowing on one of those paper nois-maker things that shoots out like a tongue and mkae a FWEEET noise So I lift my plastic glass of applejuice In a toast Hoping i can one day enjoy the fruits of my self-destruction I have written this in black crayons FWEEEET |
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you have a creative vision that speaks- I always reread at least twice.
Love your work |
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Scary, but very good!!
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Ty for your write
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uch i just looked over and its FILLED with typos, eww
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I liked this poem. The poem is so good you hardly notice the typos.
Peace Jimmy |
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I love it King!
It's really great, but oh those typos! You need to take more pride in your work and quit typing like a friggin nerd, FWEEEET! |
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