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C***
By skully
Form is everything
Is nothing
Something is anyway
We trim our week
With weekends
Asking dead end questions
Of deadened
Souls
Dead end jobs
or get taught more lies
its up to you
how to waste
this shit cunt life
Dead pans
And no funny tv
Shit in fact
I’m watching anyway
Fuck it
Put on some porn
Escape somehow
Some way
Find a way
Wank away
All day
Chat room
Fitfull bullshit
Come back over doser
Hells not over yet
Who asked?
I asked anyway
Peter pan
Wish eyed
Died you see?
Fuk em
Lets bomb them
Anyway
Buy 1 get 1 free
The first one
Weren’t no good
Anyway
When’s Rambo gonna govern?
I asked you
Anyway
Shit formed
Cunt of a
Continent
Free formed
Arse wiped
Stream of conscious bollocks
What the fucks
A poem
Anyway
You die I die
They die
Already dead
Who are you?
What d’you fucking say?
Just for today
I’m grateful
To be dying
Without even a drink
Or drug to
Take
The pain away
Keep going anyway
No ones listening…
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© 2008 skully
Comments on "C***"
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On Friday, June 20, 2008, Withering petals
(68)
wrote:
not a rant - but a slightly - *cough* -irritated, and awesomely structured stream of thought, loved it! ~Downstream~
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On Tuesday, February 26, 2008, skully
(43) wrote:
Sorry DP. More of a rant than a poem. Musn't be getting enough:-(
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On Tuesday, April 1, 2008, Nixx
(240) wrote:
enough what? sounds like you are very pissed off with everything in this sweetie.
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On Tuesday, February 26, 2008, RubyXero
(484) wrote:
well...interesting. seems you're a bit jaded in this. i liked it though. bringing about many different angles
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A former member wrote:
nics..
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