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                       how to make gold from excreta

   
okay it has been done to death  
   
overused overhyped overdone  
a recurring cliche that is the theme  
of a million movies a billion books  
a zillion poems  
   
forcibly made to evolve into
a trillion different things  
all trash if at all anything  
   
truth is  
   
only a chosen few experience it  
in its purest essence    
   
the rest just pretend  
   
melodramatic and drab they drag  
sleepwalk bump cross copulate  
populate grow indifferent  
cheat hit dump cry  
get rid of chase perish  
   
end    
their    
lives    
   
by    
   
popping pills diving or driving    
off cliffs or into traffic    
   
believing that    
the four lettered word    
took its toll    
claimed another victim  
unsuccessfully    
   
knowing it all    
too well deep down  
that    
everything    
was a    
miserable lie    
that no polygraph  
could capture  
   
cause everything  
starts as a lie  
   
even love
 
 
 
Written by Whitewand6
Published | Edited 19th Jun 2012
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