can't breathe...
panic-filled orgy
caress the scent of clammy flesh--
the flavor that keeps you un-whole
feed your babies
milkbones dry with decadence
and rape them before opaque eyes--
eyes of your Father
and his oceans of depression
prozac nation--ironclad oppression
panic-filled orgy
spinning on an axis of defeat
the blue one to make your feet move
the white one to make your pain gold
chase the demons with city punch--
the poison that breeds homeland parasites
green whores of apple pie
spreading your legs for the government
selling your worth for a broad insecurity
welbutrin wealth--break down the door
purchase another enemy
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Thane
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Puked this one out into your notebook, no? Well, you ahve some very talented regurgitation...And this was definily a good category for this piece. It fits very very well...as I am sure you know...
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"Art is why I get up in the morning" ~Ani Difranco
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Meanwhile I talk to myself, as one who has plenty of time. No one tells me anything new; so I tell myself to myself.
thanks for the comment.
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Meanwhile I talk to myself, as one who has plenty of time. No one tells me anything new; so I tell myself to myself.
"prozac nation"
"green whores of apple pie"
I like how you're never obvious with the lines you write. It gives it a real "come back again later" appeal. Please, continue to fascinate and encourage us to think
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Beware the Stick Insects
Great work!
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"My job is to, like, think beyond the immediate" - George W. Bush
"Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much; such men are dangerous." - William Shakespeare (Julius Cæsar)
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"All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there." -Rumi
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Meanwhile I talk to myself, as one who has plenty of time. No one tells me anything new; so I tell myself to myself.
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