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Mad Man
By Iwas
Even fully unstable.
I'm still able.
I'll end you love.
This I am not above.
You can wholly trust.
Your anger's
not a bust.
Hate is all I know.
dementia I carry in stow.
It truly is deliberate.
You should kill this miscreant.
The moods so thick.
Our passion's my trick.
A fool
to love this man so.
Your life I shall fill with woe.
I'm
about to lose control.
Welcome to your new hell hole.
Home
sweet home.
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Copyright 2011 Iwas
Published on Monday, May 2, 2011.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Uninspired but I was sick of throwing paper in the trash.Comments on "Mad Man"
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On Wednesday, September 21, 2011, haunted
(850)
wrote:
hmm. alot going on in there. i would love to pick your brain on this one. its great. i see you havnt posted in a while. you should write something.
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On Monday, May 2, 2011, elisa
(1616) wrote:
i love how this poem trips back on itself. smooth as silk from bottom to top. very cleaver. i enjoyed this.
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On Monday, May 2, 2011, elisa
(1616) wrote:
clever too;)
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