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Pushing it home
Swallow a few beers;
listen to the worthy scream...
are they here
or dancing around our insides?
Expletives and self admitted
traits strangle our quiet time.
Camp strolls cover
my periphery whilst I watch
blubber stare at my face.
The sad dance as a fat suit
falls in to his seat.
Meanwhile confidence strikes
its friends with ugliness.
It is sad and terrible
-men sweat.
I am here to watch them.
They all suffer
to their own drunken
directions.
My silence is a fight;
peaceful and victorious.
listen to the worthy scream...
are they here
or dancing around our insides?
Expletives and self admitted
traits strangle our quiet time.
Camp strolls cover
my periphery whilst I watch
blubber stare at my face.
The sad dance as a fat suit
falls in to his seat.
Meanwhile confidence strikes
its friends with ugliness.
It is sad and terrible
-men sweat.
I am here to watch them.
They all suffer
to their own drunken
directions.
My silence is a fight;
peaceful and victorious.
Published 11th May 2011
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13th May 2011 4:54pm
and
"Meanwhile confidence strikes
its friends with ugliness."
and it's not always terrible when men sweat...though, i suppose it could be considered so in the situation you're describing.
stepped back and oh, so lofty. i like this one, Mr. Townend. [:
"Meanwhile confidence strikes
its friends with ugliness."
and it's not always terrible when men sweat...though, i suppose it could be considered so in the situation you're describing.
stepped back and oh, so lofty. i like this one, Mr. Townend. [:
13th May 2011 4:55pm
finally! thank you madame. It was the frist thing I've written paraletic and kept.
15th May 2011 5:00am
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