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None of "this " really matters


^^€€€^^


It's just a ... Well ..... You know

( place )

Bodies ( some human ) ---& **** like that



Right ?


••

We wander thru

Grab some things



And lie down for good


Leaving a pile of paper

With words on it

Over there



.

.

.


In the real once in a while



////

She walks naked in the rain


()

Beautiful girl

()

()      ()



Oh look !

Read our dying poetry written by

The sad hand

Of loveless infidelity



We cram stuff in out

Of body mind and soul

""

Never knowing

Only guessing


"""""""

In whatever manner of metaphor

We use

We say so little in so many words

We talk of love like it was a game

We squeal we moan then waddle away

To the pig sty of our choosing

//.

Do I still love you anyway ?

They way you talk of love you wouldn't know




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..  hee hee hee ! --- ( corpses everywhere --

AMERICA !

Land of the forgotten children

•

They say many things

Stupid people listen and get stupider

Oh well

It's just your life

at least your smarter than a baboon

-

Corpses on the street

//

Maybe we'll become a rock roll band



.

.



Down on ***** street

Place your dreams

Wallow wallow

::

See the pied piper of deceit

And follow

•


***** street !

Dance the dance       sing

Celebrity Love !!


Silly little boys and girls

"""

The wars come

Can we look ?
Can we see ?

///

We only love what they tell us to

""

Down on ***** street

Nothing real gets to matter



( no children shall come )


Just the cops in full military style

//

??
?  ?


blowin in the alleyways       old newspapers

We

Died in the old days

But the world was renewed


;:;


We see the

Scarecrows

In everyone's eyes

Weaving threats of dead children

Into our lives


•


•

who gives a **** yer stupid poems

About yer meaningless lives (?)

••

Jest stupid poets and cowards

Under cerulean skies !!!!!


/////

The little child


Crumbled and torn


Emerges from the alleyway

In the rain



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. ..  ... & the dream come true #
                                           ##

#

And she              ( you ? )

soft as love on the black streets

The red blood dreams

Of maybe living

                         ••

We are still little pup AMERICANS

Cookie cutting for love !!!

////      

THANK GOD I 'M HERE !

•""""""•

<>

(  •  ). (  • )

Ain't it time to really think things over


We gotta know more

Than how to pull down our pants !


///////

The cracked dawn

The ole frieght train

The empty silo

••

The white angel waitress

At the diner there

///////


All aboard


We are free



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