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On tv it looks so copper clean Ringing in naked dreams Living out those picket fence schemes To get the American bling Morality is black and white There are no heroic black knights The good guys are just And they just wear white hats But life is painful Like a cancer vampire ******* your life force Pale skin quivering Dark bags under your eyes No hair there because of the chemo Despair and denial on ivy drips And reality tv made us ill equipped To handle it Sometime I wish the tears would stop That the empathy would vanish from me That I couldn’t see what I see See what this reality has made of me History is white sheets Red arm bands, fat ******** Uninformed Loud mouths A canvass that drips wet with my outrage I sip the last drops of my stimulants Drop the anti-depressants in the toilet Forget my docility Embrace more than half of my hostility I don’t think much will change Despite how hard I clamor Despite the sparkles and the glamour How I use the language to entertain and inform This is therapy In the form of Poetry
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
Poetry Is Therapy
On tv it looks so copper clean Ringing in naked dreams Living out those picket fence schemes To get the American bling Morality is black and white There are no heroic black knights The good guys are just And they just wear white hats But life is painful Like a cancer vampire ******* your life force Pale skin quivering Dark bags under your eyes No hair there because of the chemo Despair and denial on ivy drips And reality tv made us ill equipped To handle it Sometime I wish the tears would stop That the empathy would vanish from me That I couldn’t see what I see See what this reality has made of me History is white sheets Red arm bands, fat ******** Uninformed Loud mouths A canvass that drips wet with my outrage I sip the last drops of my stimulants Drop the anti-depressants in the toilet Forget my docility Embrace more than half of my hostility I don’t think much will change Despite how hard I clamor Despite the sparkles and the glamour How I use the language to entertain and inform This is therapy In the form of Poetry
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
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