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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.
Written by laceyspacey
Published | Edited 23rd Jul 2013
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