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F'Art
I am much sicker than
all of you
I am the artist with no walls
left to write on
I am your gravest danger
because I don't do sorry
and I don't live in la-la land
All your pussy bleeding
whining
doesn't make you alive
you're just specks of shit
on a dog turd
not even steaming
Go home and cry
to your fucking mummy
crawl back inside her belly
and stay there forever
Why did you even bother
to stick your head out in the first place
You've never been hungry
You've never looked death in the face
half of you think
meat grows on trees
and the rest wont eat it
You're a disgrace to your species
and when the end comes
you'll still be debating
which music to listen to
What's it gonna take
for you to get it
There's no such thing as
the fucking perfect stanza
it's what you've got to say
that matters
but in your case
that seems to be fuck all
and it's not even sweet.
Published 15th Dec 2009
| Edited 27th Mar 2016
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15th Dec 2009 12:55pm
i wonder why no one has commented. i love it. it's painful and it's a pure exposure of anger.
Anonymous
15th Dec 2009 1:11pm
awh, this is a little beauty,dark and angry, is the 'you'here a poet too?
Anonymous
15th Dec 2009 1:18pm
Love this poem. The fury inherent in these lines startles and electrifies!
15th Dec 2009 4:10pm
If that's not metal I don't know what is. You definitely went Henry Rollins on this one. Awesome!
15th Dec 2009 7:09pm
My thanks to all those who have commented on my little outburst. I suspect I shall remember this poem for a very long time!!
Your timing on the difficult stanza in Teddy Bear (Aide Memoir) now seems more than appropriate, Jack!
Your timing on the difficult stanza in Teddy Bear (Aide Memoir) now seems more than appropriate, Jack!
