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( really

What else is there to do ? )

What with out idiotic use of words on a daily basis !


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Within the defecating  SILENCE   ( ooh !

I said silence  as if silence itself is speaking !


YEP THIS IS POETRY !

Yep it is ..... !!




LIKE A PROPHET !

( smokey ole joe the prophet !)

OH OH I SEE IT COMIMG


SHES GONNA BE SAD !!


( why will she be sad !!! ?)

Because it poems like this they are always sad !


Drowning in


Choked by  !

SILENCE !!


"
Why sadness ?

Cause no real
Love

Is expressed


Because we


ARE THE SILENCE OF SUFFERING !

( it is our holy genre  )


!!!


Yep


ANOTHER DAY  

Whatever **** comes out our mouths !!


LOVE !  


The silence of our meaningless lives


••


As we raise pure farce to the level of lunacy !  


CONGRATULATIONS !



We have dragged our brains through the depths of stupidity


Where we have found each other

AND REJOICED !
The moments of bonding
Are so precious
I just wish i could experience more
But people are too stubborn to accept their flaws and embrace change
That the cheery house and it's cheery lawn become deluded and deranged
Everything isn't alright at the dinner table
Reminding me of a bad television fable
Nothing is stable
Because the rift doesn't want to become one again
It just wants to abate itself further
Sending us into more head-spins than we'd ever want
Now our souls look minimized and gaunt
These special moments are what i flaunt
Because they're so rare
I really do care
I try to do my best
I just detest
This feeble minded confliction
That constantly attaches itself onto us.
"Said grow up, you'll see"
others
"You see, you'll grow up."
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**** centered toilet bowls

Line the bathroom visions

Of our younger days

As we dreamed of clean lives

With jovial sweethearts playing

Celestial harmonies in tune with

The angels in alabaster skies



Occasionally

Newly *** wiped occupants leave

And new ones arrive

Amid the Beethoven like splendor

Of primordial flushing

( as if also the cleansing of

Soul and mind )

//

We are a lucky generation



We turn on the tv

And follow the elections

//

We see Hillary Clinton

And lo !

A pile of **** appears on her face !

( it is impossible to see her otherwise )

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And the DONALD !

He is pure **** personified !

••

And so

We are always lured back

To those perfect

**** centered

Toilet bowl visions of our youth

Like older angels are here

Simply teaching the younger ones

How to play the harp

And to fly


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