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GaryFairy May 2016
Hey mister, can you spare me a dime
or maybe just a moment of your time
I hate to admit, I'm a starving artist
maybe my choices aren't the smartest

it seems senseless starving for art
artistic integrity plays a big part
parting my ways seems so hard
hardest part is silencing my heart

hey mister, can I sell you a rhyme
it might mean something over some time
I'm proud to admit I'm a starving artist
even though these days are the hardest
rewrite - ***, I have lost 6 followers and gained 8 in one day. ****! I have been nothing but nice to all who followed me, and done my best to support their poetry. I wish folks would let me know why, and not be so cowardly. I am sorry if you are frustrated, or for whatever reason you unfollowed me. This site isn't about poetry, it's about shutins who live on the net. If you have a problem, or hear a rumor, come to me with it. You better believe I am not in private messages talking about you.
GaryFairy May 2016
Sleeping dogs are kicked
just to hear them bark
we stare at the sun
and stay in the dark

the dead men tell tales
and we make our horses drink
a rolling stone gathers moss
and **** doesn't stink

we are better sorry than safe
the sword is mightier than the pen
practice never makes perfect
it's all just pretend

two wrongs make a right
never is better than late
we don't see our own sight
we are what we hate

we look gift horses in the mouth
while birds of a feather peck each others eyes out
  May 2016 GaryFairy
complexify
Why, today's a great day. I remembered our times when we walked together through the streets, laughing over how silly I look when we were only 7, I fell into the hole in front of us. But we were too into our conversations at that time. I fell again, and now I broke my leg. You cried to me, begging me to help. You only looked at me, as you do not know how to help me. 'Our hands can't reach each other, I fell too deep.' you said.*

There, the devil's revelation.

About us.

He told me that his revelations are not accurate
As he heard them from the highest firmament.
Today hurts so bad. Pray that I'll be stronger tomorrow. I love you guys.
GaryFairy May 2016
let's all revel in the duplicity
duplicate posts that lack authenticity
authentic thoughts fall to the simplicity
simple minds are guilty of complicity

a new origin of no originality
original thinking crushed by formality
formal rules lead to our commonality
common perspectives to lower our mentality
This is mainly about how facebook is full of mis-information, and a lot of people lack originality. They just thoughtlessly hit "share".

(In a quantum loop poem, the last word of each line must be used as the first word in the following line, but as a different form of that word)
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