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Thanks for the drop So Seemingly accidental Kicked like a pebble along this gravel-road time line I turn and glance a mirror How introspective. My ***** cragged shell My thoughts tainted by my odious flesh Mississippi catfish have seen better days I can only swim backward if I’ve finally seen the danger And the warning signs come a flooding Crawdads taught me well. A clam diving headlong into the sludge Detritus never felt so comforting Sand in my eyes Sand in my eyes Exfoliate your corneas boy! Rotten fruit never tasted so good Spoiled milk and flies A dog to its own ***** Thanks for the shock collar The pound The castration Hand that feeds How sweet and tender-hearted You cherish your convenience I am a cursed man Born dead Alive and dead once again As time is slowly ticking I gasp for air Salt water Light to relieve me of crippling water pressure It’s too dark down here Why is the end of the tunnel above the surface? I can’t breathe up there Throw me a line Yank me away To an abrasive serenity at the hand of a fisherman in the kitchen sink A plastic ring will do nicely Might as well sink and feed my brothers Might as well think to myself Rather than lead others Might as well smudge my words so that no one can read what I wrote With the needle in my side My thorns are innate Yet I wield them as stripes My fillet is laid Across the plate at the last supper My time as a bottom feeder is through
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
Unclean! Unclean!
Thanks for the drop So Seemingly accidental Kicked like a pebble along this gravel-road time line I turn and glance a mirror How introspective. My ***** cragged shell My thoughts tainted by my odious flesh Mississippi catfish have seen better days I can only swim backward if I’ve finally seen the danger And the warning signs come a flooding Crawdads taught me well. A clam diving headlong into the sludge Detritus never felt so comforting Sand in my eyes Sand in my eyes Exfoliate your corneas boy! Rotten fruit never tasted so good Spoiled milk and flies A dog to its own ***** Thanks for the shock collar The pound The castration Hand that feeds How sweet and tender-hearted You cherish your convenience I am a cursed man Born dead Alive and dead once again As time is slowly ticking I gasp for air Salt water Light to relieve me of crippling water pressure It’s too dark down here Why is the end of the tunnel above the surface? I can’t breathe up there Throw me a line Yank me away To an abrasive serenity at the hand of a fisherman in the kitchen sink A plastic ring will do nicely Might as well sink and feed my brothers Might as well think to myself Rather than lead others Might as well smudge my words so that no one can read what I wrote With the needle in my side My thorns are innate Yet I wield them as stripes My fillet is laid Across the plate at the last supper My time as a bottom feeder is through
#theology#dirt#self#esteem
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Damon_
19/M/Missouri
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
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