delicious delicacy i hope you die.

tastes like worry in
a goblet of fire i find
the nuisance of love
to be the best of attire

i'm sick of rhymes like
bloody sunday i watch the waves
to say i feel like
mondays

i'm fucking drunk
but who gives a fuck like you
not a soul i'm calling men
i don't know to substitute

whats wrong with me
i couldn't say like mute thoughts
i'm lost in this world
but this crime i've ever caught

please shoot me up like
terminal

i'll promise fame like
incident

you're not my huckleberry
but i'll be your tom
sawyer

just set me off and
i'll flame like miracles
on ice

don't call me beautiful
because i'm not and
i'm sick of your lies.

i'm horrific.
like dead dogs and raw meat
i'm only happy when the saddness goes

my daddy's gone and
i'm a poor excuse for love

so tell me something that
i don't fucking know.

and i'll give you genuine
like babes with indigo

just fuck off for the night
and i'll read you the riot act

i'm dead to me and thats not the lie
i've pushed the fact.

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Published on Wednesday, March 10, 2010. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "delicious delicacy i hope you die. "

A former member wrote: Great! Love this !
A former member wrote: a magical write, slo... the portrayal of anger and pain woven beautifully...
On Thursday, March 18, 2010, carlosjackal (3016) wrote:

Fantastic wordplay...This piece reads like someone who's desperate to get out of an awful funk despite their words to the contrary. Fight on and write on, Jo, you're stunning :)
A former member wrote: You are full of brutal intensity lately. Your words are like fire and your heart is bleeding. *Big Hugs* Awesome write my dear. =)
A former member wrote: *hugs da sIo* *leaves long stemmed purple gardenias under dp table* I like drunk people :) stay strong, shweeets.
On Wednesday, March 10, 2010, punk mc cool (75) wrote:

woah dude loved it........:)