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  Apr 2016 Colten Sorrells
Gidgette
The profound ignorance in a society gone mad
Obsessed with the sight of blood, naked skin, sad
Any murdering ***** is upheld and bejeweled
The thought of a good ****, and everyone is fooled
Worship the sinner
Spit on the saint
Don't remove the rust
Just cover it with paint
Smile wide
While you take it up the ***
Do I want seconds?
No thanks
I'll pass
No one today
Dares to speak the truth
Its considered impolite
Quite rude and uncouth
But dont mind me
Or the words I say
For I'm just a minor
In this life's ****** play
  Mar 2016 Colten Sorrells
Gidgette
A poets heart,
Is a very deep well
It holds many secrets,
Some we never tell

We speak in rhymes,
Or metaphors
We write of hope for the future,
Or sadness gone before

We are guilty,
Of feeling things too deep
And pondering secrets,
Life its self has to keep

Poets see things clearly,
That others cannot
We wonder about questions,
Which time, has forgot

A poets heart,
Beats at a different pace
A poets pen,
Defies time and space

We poets,
Create our own written place
We poets,
Are together, our own race

As poets,
We stand apart
And live in the deep well,
Of our poetic hearts
  Mar 2016 Colten Sorrells
Gidgette
Take your quill,
Dip it in my ink
Look me in the eyes,
Dont look away or blink
Write me a love poem,
Whisper it in my ear
Make me so hot,
My skin starts to sear
Make love to me on paper,
With your written words
Make my lust soar higher,
Than even the birds
Then when you're finished,
Use propper punctuation
It makes my body throb,
Takes my lust, to the highest elevation

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