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What a skeletal wreck of man this isTranslucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus
On the bigger...better...now...
We all have a little sin that needs venting
Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?
Wind down inside adivistic galore
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugarcube and hope you get a taste
What the ******** is all this for?
What the hells going on?
Shut up!
I could go on and on, but let's move on...shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plundge me into the dead spot again
That's where you go when there's no one else around
It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
Classified my a**, thats a ******** secret and you know it
Government is another way to say...better...than...you...
It's like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick
It's like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you can't touch the silverware...what luck
Fascism you can vote for...isn't that sweet
And we're all gonna die some day, cause thats the american way
And I've drunk to much and said to little
When your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...
See whats happening
Shut up
******** you, ******** you
I'm sorry I could go on and on
But it's time to move on...so...
Remember..
You're a wreck
An accident, forget the freak you're just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, s**t snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in the end everything we do...
Is just everything we've done
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This is where I keep my poetry, thoughts, and musings upon the world I'm surrounded in.
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