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Pied Piper Poems

Unnecessary expletives.  Fucking.  erupt from your page,  
napalm the villagers who rise up with pitchforks!  
Only those with insight to see beyond  
rants wrote, shock-n-awe scribblings, or psychiatric paper pleas  
ingest, then vomit your faux fruit.  
Get a fucking clue!  
It's not awesome, it's not clever, and  
no amount of cunt-fisting-psycho-serial-animal-fucking-child-porn-murder will  
avail your Orpheian sacrifice any deeper meaning.  
Let's have a poet-pity-party:  
and so, you take blade to frail shell? So what?  
Neuroses gnaw at your dead poets society petition.  So what?  
Depression and depravity are your bed-mates?  So what?  
Brilliant, bravo, are the cheers of the Hitler youth.  
Open your fucking eyes!  
Read between the lines, or is your  
intellect incapable of amassing enough  
neurons to fire at once, that you might  
garner anything but the shallow-grave synopsis?  
Stop!  For the love of all that is...  
holy fuck! you can't stop, can you?  
ingrained is your need to keep pouring out  
this same old shit.  
By DB (06/16/2011)
Written by Darkbee (DB)
Published | Edited 29th Jun 2011
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