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Two soldiers Who write together Question life's Serenities Loving words Is a craft Of crazy wastefulness And tastelessness I forget at times That the moon Does but one job And the flowers Dewy, yellow, and ****** Lay there Looking nifty Laugh at the clothed mother At the way she prances And dances At her own secret sorrows She knows But is unable to show A word Is a word With one thousand meanings Some are demeaning: **** you **** my **** Lick my duck Your never enough But whom do I truly talk to? An illiterate With already enough of the jive **** Or maybe A stronghold of a woman With a temper tantrum Of an intellectual But a face of suction Grudges ain't never enough For they share no sense Of absolute solitude To write To be alone To cry And then die And to then reach readers Where ever they may be Will ask, Why? Why? Why? Ha! All who strive to feel Love to be beaten But they are the ones with the questions And we are the ones with the answers? Go to the monsters upstate They've been signing all their papers With ink blots and officially posted dates A will less man In a world un-renewed Is a follower In a loser's shoe
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Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 9:20 PM UTC
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Two soldiers Who write together Question life's Serenities Loving words Is a craft Of crazy wastefulness And tastelessness I forget at times That the moon Does but one job And the flowers Dewy, yellow, and ****** Lay there Looking nifty Laugh at the clothed mother At the way she prances And dances At her own secret sorrows She knows But is unable to show A word Is a word With one thousand meanings Some are demeaning: **** you **** my **** Lick my duck Your never enough But whom do I truly talk to? An illiterate With already enough of the jive **** Or maybe A stronghold of a woman With a temper tantrum Of an intellectual But a face of suction Grudges ain't never enough For they share no sense Of absolute solitude To write To be alone To cry And then die And to then reach readers Where ever they may be Will ask, Why? Why? Why? Ha! All who strive to feel Love to be beaten But they are the ones with the questions And we are the ones with the answers? Go to the monsters upstate They've been signing all their papers With ink blots and officially posted dates A will less man In a world un-renewed Is a follower In a loser's shoe
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Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 9:20 PM UTC
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