assholes
By Devil lyn
I awoke
with my spinal cord
detached
from the stem
of a once
beautiful
rose
bitter brae`s
have lost
their dimension
of poetry
water writhes
trying
to break free
from the depth
of its
arid ocean
and I'm dying
for a thirst
of your
misery
'cause I have this poem here
``see``
but you`d rather I recite
the deficit
of poets
with ingenious titles
I don't have time
to be
what's proper
time is ticking
and the world is running out
of assholes
to shove my poetry in
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Copyright 2017 Devil lyn
Published on Thursday, May 25, 2017.
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On Saturday, May 26, 2018, dwells
(4289) wrote:
There will never be a shortage, sadly DL, for the next generation is cultivating a bumper crop. Hurts so good, and cheers! - Dan
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On Thursday, May 25, 2017, molock
(314) wrote:
you are on fire ....holy shit!!! the last line might be on of the best I've ever read on dp. I raise my glass to you ...Cheers ! - m0