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 Feb 2011 Devon Newsom
Justine
She ruins everything!
Mouth runs a mile a minute about topics taboo,
Words that a lady should never speak,
Oh she is so obscene!

I would hide her away,
No, no, no I would say,
Just stay,
You are much to inappropriate to come out and play!

She's like a surprise in a bottle
Her label simply reads "Add fire water"
The one that distorts my perception,
Waking her from her desolate sleep.

She smiles a devious smile,
Back from the dead if only for awhile.
Only I know what malicious plans hide underneath,
She may fool everyone else but she can't fool me.

I wish she would just stop talking,
But the more I add the drink,
The more she feels obligated to speak.
Then all control on my behalf is lost.

I feel like a fool when I wake up,
The headache she caused pounding like debt collectors at my door,
I can't take back the mess she caused the night before,
My indulgence is starting to get out of control.
I stink of
gasoline,
and sweat
from hard
work, and
depression
from being
too smart
for my own
good

I look like
the down-
trodden, the
mangled
and
the chosen

hearing my voice
is torture to my
ears but entertaining
to others

I do not move
or sit still

I stink with my
existence,
long over-do a
checking in
with
reality
Please break the hands
the gears
the cogs
Of the clock

Which ticks away
the moments
the instants
the seconds
the time

Until our ultimate
fall
defeat
demise.

— The End —