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Vitriol and filth spill forth from
Its mouth in uncontrollable torrents
Akin to sewage but not sewage
For sewage is a by product of humanity
And can be recycled
No the filth spewing from this creatures mouth
Has been dredged up from the very depth of
Depravity
It poses as the feminine form of humanity
But I refuse to address it as such
It, the thing, the creature
Are the adjectives that best describe it
Ebola like it is spreading its filth across
Pages of this fine site
And Ebola like it is already infecting
The less strong for they are now retaliating in kind
Some here might call me hypocrite
Because of my constant duel with Loghain
But I say no because Loghain and I duel like gentlemen
But there is nothing that even fringes on decency
From the fetid gaping chasm that is the mouth
Of it
aka The Gutterslut
OK rant over
in the pleasure of discovering
words rhymes rhythms
i'm a gluttonous poet.

day and night
bite of my growing appetite
makes me sink low

i don't notice
broken pieces
shattered peaces
around me

i breathe in writing
eat and drink
poetry

crazed obsessed stressed
my poetry
like any other debauchery
is an escape ride
someplace to hide

i'm a poet
subservient
to the pleasures of words rhymes rhythms.
Ladies of death.
They sit and they wait.
With years of tears they're awaiting a date.
Strung out like ***** laundry, they're waiting for cleansing.
The dusty haze as lights go out.
Heading for heaven, Nirvana or hell.
Corrupted system as no man can tell.
Slamming of cell doors.
Rattling of keys.
Awaiting execution.

Pleas for clemency.
Pleas all ran out.
May justice be done, before their last breath.
Before the setting of this their final sun.
Pray let all the evidence be fitting.
Before the eyes of God the Father.
Openly honest, a proven conviction.

IN MEMORY OF FRANCES NEWTON.
EXECUTED AT HUNTSVILLE 2005
By ladylivvi1

© 2015 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Loghain, I am confused
You have proclaimed yourself to be
The worlds greatest living artist
With both pen and brush!
Nay, nay in your own words
The greatest artist who has ever lived
Who then am I to disagree
For I am but a simple mediocre man
With humility in my soul
And therefore must bow before your wisdom
And yet
Hours spent scouring the internet
Studying the great artists and poets
And I can find no reference to your name
Among the artistic greats
Of this modern world
Perhaps you are the artistic angel of god
And he in his infinite wisdom has decided
Not to release your great artistic prowess
Upon we the subservient illiterate masses
As a sub par human I bow
Yes I bow before the greatness that is you
You who deserve the accolades poured upon you
Loghain oh superior being
Long may you rain
The very last word is not
A typo
Oh wondrous being
Thee who leads us from darkness into light
You, yes you who hath humility in your soul
You who like an ember in the coals
Burst forth in blinding flames
To show we lessor men the path
To poetic enlightenment
We, yes we bow low before thy wisdom
For thy are great in your wonderment
Oh
Without thy emphatic mind
The written word is but a mundane thing
Only you can put artistry in I
Only you can inspire with Oh
Master, Master mere mortals such as we
Can never hope to compare
With the artistry that is thee
Wondrous being, lord of word
Absorb me into your flock
For thou hath the poetic ability
Of my ***** rancid sock
Oh!!!
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