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 Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 4:05 pm
It's a Pleasure
The blood tends to drip
----------when I wear my heart
--------------------on my
-------------------------sleeve
Hot and sticky, my fingers
---------congeal
-------------------into your
------------------------handshake
Vena Cava, Inferior
I pissed on your grave today
when you went ahead
----------and died
Made me dig up all the pansies
----------that bloomed
--------------------in the spring.
I wrote your epitaph in magic marker
when you closed your
----------goddamn eyes.
The rain washed it away.
You never were
----------a talker
I sowed the ground with salt today
so I'll never see your face
----------growing out
--------------------from my petunias,
when your heart couldn't keep the beat.
I'll still hear it in the rain.
I pissed on your grave today.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:33 pm
I like the second poem. It's funny. xd
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 11:10 am
lol yeah, the second one is funny, and cruel smile . Where did you get the motivation for this?
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 3:37 pm
Motivation? I was absolutely sick of reading mourning poetry.
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