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                                        we

WE ARE THE ..... POETS !!!!!

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We are. .....  so ...... SENSITIVE !

( we cry just hearing the Word ---- SENSITIVITY ! )


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oh

You delicate  fellow poetic creatures !

Out there ******* in the SUN !

( sybolism for exposing  ones deepest feeling

To God Almighty himself --- he who is

The Poets greatest fan and friend )

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Longing just to feel the pain

Of our seperateness

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HOLY BROKEN BABE !

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                                                        ( we are doomed  )

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We are doomed yet still adoring

The way of death

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( poets are like that            as we poets so obviously know )


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Hush

( look - one of us ! )

Arising from the haze of drunken dream !

Will she make it to the bath room on time

Or just **** on herself again !


I'VE GOT TO KNOW !
I'VE GOT TO SEE !

( she really got a cute *** )

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Oh boy

Such is the angst of sensitivity

As we master the art of pretending

To master the art

Of putting the sacred reality into words

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A reality only seen

Thru the narcissistic folly

Of our

Genital games and schemes