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Poetry Sucks
What a sea of heartfelt pleas
I see of which seems purely to be
The only language we’ve learned to speak
Perhaps I too wish to express
The overwhelming, seething hate of self
That I’ve felt since but kept on a shelf
It’s not laziness, oh no, I promise you
But just once I too wish to simply spew
Wrung out words, dry from overuse
Of razorblades, black, and orgasms
I scream yet no echo, even in the chasms
From where hath thy descended, surely not the heavens
I’m aware the ass I am to say
And color it all which I too fall prey
To this “vision” we bleed, it’s all cliché
I see of which seems purely to be
The only language we’ve learned to speak
Perhaps I too wish to express
The overwhelming, seething hate of self
That I’ve felt since but kept on a shelf
It’s not laziness, oh no, I promise you
But just once I too wish to simply spew
Wrung out words, dry from overuse
Of razorblades, black, and orgasms
I scream yet no echo, even in the chasms
From where hath thy descended, surely not the heavens
I’m aware the ass I am to say
And color it all which I too fall prey
To this “vision” we bleed, it’s all cliché
Published 22nd Apr 2013
| Edited 10th Oct 2013
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