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poetry is dead, like hamsters
like a gold fish from the carnival
four days later.
like a bully
when the bullied grabs a gun.
like a small town girl
when its her first time out at the club.
everyone is just dying to have fun
but the gold fish is never coming back
and the bully
almost always never gets shot
in these sort of situations.
the girl
learned her lesson
just a little to fast
when it was drilled into her head
with a little bit of chloroform
and a real sharp knife.
now her face will never be the same
and where ever she is
it's probably real silent.
its in times like this
i try to remember
everyone is just dying.
like hamsters
its all just lefts and rights
we can use stairs
and airplanes
but we still can't go up and down
that's exclusively for underwear
and we cum to find out
flying
is just a bucket of lies
because gravity
ties everything down
so go put that in your pen
and write about it.
four days later.
like a bully
when the bullied grabs a gun.
like a small town girl
when its her first time out at the club.
everyone is just dying to have fun
but the gold fish is never coming back
and the bully
almost always never gets shot
in these sort of situations.
the girl
learned her lesson
just a little to fast
when it was drilled into her head
with a little bit of chloroform
and a real sharp knife.
now her face will never be the same
and where ever she is
it's probably real silent.
its in times like this
i try to remember
everyone is just dying.
like hamsters
its all just lefts and rights
we can use stairs
and airplanes
but we still can't go up and down
that's exclusively for underwear
and we cum to find out
flying
is just a bucket of lies
because gravity
ties everything down
so go put that in your pen
and write about it.
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