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Too Many Words
I spit
into the garbage can;
a waste pile
full of myself
crumpled in the pages
lying
among the maggots.
I need a fucking
break;
talking,
talking,
talking
too much.
I never cared
much
for the news...
HA!
What's new these days?
It's all guns, death and glory.
Who really has the power,
as the weak wait
out their ends?
into the garbage can;
a waste pile
full of myself
crumpled in the pages
lying
among the maggots.
I need a fucking
break;
talking,
talking,
talking
too much.
I never cared
much
for the news...
HA!
What's new these days?
It's all guns, death and glory.
Who really has the power,
as the weak wait
out their ends?
Published 4th Sep 2013
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4th Sep 2013 8:25pm
Can't really explain what I feel but all I can say is that u have written out my emotions
4th Sep 2013 10:32pm
15th Sep 2013 2:34pm
there is an answer to your question. i suspect the answer does not please you. such is life. at least you got a worthy poem out of it. i look forward to reading more of your work. cheers...
15th Sep 2013 6:59pm
Thanks for the comment, I appreciate it...most of my work on DUP is from the last year so it's fairly current.
