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Aug 2012
Allude across form
Describe dimming
Rhythm wrinkled dust
Torn to terrorized pieces

A shot
In the dark
Is still
A shot

Whose war have we
Stumbled stiffly into
This time?

An arbitrary anecdote
Awarded after the first hand
For freedom rises
Forming first that no man
Will willfully ever choose to be last

Soldier's of sacrifice
Hollering hum drum
Whistling for Wendy's crotches
Notoriety noting only
Reasoning to write to be read

Where genius is measured
By the breaking of borders
And one's ability to live through
A notable drug addiction

Cards care-free in their massacre
Wink while the waitress spills
Her high-ball on the suit pants
Of an ***** obsessed lawyer
Sure to be sued one day
By the government

The outside world
Is highly uninterested
In whatever problems
The ego may have
Conjured up this Monday

The artist whines as the
Dirtied laundry of childhood
Dries stiff, fading into a
Stain reminiscent of a dream

The mirror reflects the sun
Into my bedroom as I wake
To the sights of a world bent
On creating its own Armageddon

Helpless
At the moment

I think about rent
The cost
Where to get it

And head back

To my

Bed
Written by
Mitchell
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