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Mar 2013
What do you have to say, you ****?
Put it in poetry. If I've shocked you I just want you to know
that last tuesday the clerk at the bank
shook my hand, because this is art,
and I'm not like this when I talk, when I walk,
or when I pull words out from the gutter like a street-walker,
some loser who screams "It's a defence
mechanism, so ******* sue me!" If I saw you in real life
I promise
you wouldn't recognize me, I'm plain
and innoffensive. I wouldn't wake anyone up, open anyone's eyes,

so that's what this *******
poem is for. It's your wake up call,
so open yourΒ Β eyes and look for the beauty you'd see
if you weren't deaf and blind to it all. This is an ugly ******* poem,
but it's meant to be- I want you to look up, look out your window
down to a book or down at your hands
and see something beautiful, and unlike this
******* poem. I want you to hate this
******* poem, and let you love something that, before,
you never knew you could love.
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