Impaled

On

The plastic ****

Of a pornograhic society

She slices her wrists with the mundanity

Of her self adoration

And tweets the news to a ******* world

Hungry for the solace that another person's pain

brings to the emotionally deranged

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She call it

REALITY POETRY!

Her unreal  journey into the land of un-feeling

Non-love

Before a studio audience composed almost entirely

Of tomorrow's slave children

Gathered together at the Internet cemetery

To feel eachother up

And then cry about it

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AMAZING !

To be here on earth and never to actually

Be alive

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Yes! Yes!!

Surely you know I see true