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Big Virge Oct 2020
So Who’s REALLY CLEAN In Our Societies... ?!?
  
When It’s Clear Now That Money...
Is MOSTLY... *****... !!!!
  
Now By This I Mean...
That It’s Made By Teams...
Who Are Prone To Deceive...
And Are Mostly WEALTHY... !!!
  
ILLUMINATI...
Or Just ***** THIEVES... !?!
  
Who Seem To WREAK...
of Those SOCIETIES Where SECRETS Be... !!!
  
And Now It Seems...
That We Have A DISEASE... !!!
That Deals Title Deeds...
  
For Ceremonies...
Where People GRIEVE... !!!
  
But This Thing MONEY...
Is The Basic Theme...
of This Poetic Piece...
  
So MANY Now CLAIM...
To Live LIFE RIGHTEOUSLY... !!!
  
But Will Do ANYTHING...
To Hear The Sound Ch-Ching... !!!
  
It’s A FUNNY Thing...
To Hear Folks... CLAIMING... !!!
  
"That They’d Do Just FINE,
WITHOUT Money In Sight !"
  
It’s Clear That...  
People Like To Hide...
Behind... THAT LIE... !!!
  
UNTIL It’s Time To Pay For Flights...
Or Provide For Wives...  
And Clothe Their Child... !!!
  
And When It Comes...
To... POLITICAL Guys...
  
Who Become PRESIDENTS...
Like... DONALD TRUMP... !!?!!
  
Does He Seem Like...
The Type Whose Life...
Doesn’t Need MILLIONS... ?!?
  
And What About Those On TV Shows...
Like Media Pro’s Who Seem To Know...
About Things Like Coc’ Going Up Their Nose... !?!
  
Who Make ***** Movements...
Like... JEFFREY TOOBIN... !!!
When They’re Online Zooming...
  
I Mean What Was He Doing... ?!?
To LACK Any PRUDENCE...
  
Before *******... ?!?
Like Some Online VAGRANT...  
Who Now Needs SHAMING... !!!
  
But... Does He REALLY... ?!?
  
When Those In COMEDY...
Have Admitted To Being...
ADDICTED To *******... !!!
  
You See In Times Like THESE...
Where SEXUALITY...
Has Now Become EXTREME... !!!
  
Well... APPARENTLY... ?!!!?
  
... ****** Hygiene...
May Not Quite Be...  
What It Used To Be... !!!
  
When **** Play Is Now OKAY... !?!
Which ISN’T... CLEAN To ME... !!!
But Now Seems To Be...
To A... GREAT MANY... !?!
  
From Personal Lives To *******...
It Seems That People Take PRIDE...
In ****** Deeds That May NOT BE CLEAN... ?!?
  
Like Cash That’s Laundered...
And Then... EXPORTED...
For The MASSES To USE... !!!
............. That Is...........  
  
CLEAN And ALL GOOD... ?!?
  
... DON’T Get It CONFUSED... ?!?
  
... EVERYONE...
From Teachers In Schools...
To Those Who ABUSE...
In RELIGIOUS Crews...
To Those Who CLAIM...
To Earn An HONEST Wage... !!!
  
May NOT Be As CLEAN...
As They LIKE To SAY... ?!?
  
When WE’RE ALL PART...
of The MONEY Game... !!!
  
So Need To...
CHECK What They’re SAYING … !!!
  
Cos’ It Makes Me LAUGH...
When Money’s Now Marked...
  
VIA... CORONAS Path...
  
For IT To Be REPLACED...
In The NEW TECH AGE... ?!?
  
A Time Where We’ll EXCHANGE...
Getting CASH... To BE PAID...
In... DIGITISED Ways... !?!
  
Because CHIP And PIN...
Is A... CLEANER Thing...
Than What We’ve Been Doing...
And Been USING...
To Make MOVEMENTS... !!!
  
Which Was..........
  
EXCHANGING Our GERMS... ?
  
When Cash Was Observed...
As The Thing To Use...
To Do The Basic Business...
of... BUYING Drinks...
And Diamond Rings.... !!!
  
And To Even Pay For...
BIG FANCY WEDDINGS... !!!
  
Well Now Moneys MOVED...
Into... INTERNET LINKS...
To... PAY For Things...
  
To AVOID Transmitting...
........ NEW VIRUSES....... !?!
  
AIN’T That A B...H ?!?
That’s Right Like COVID... !!!
  
Which Kind of Brings Me Back...
To Where This Piece Started...
  
This Poetic Script Is MERELY Saying...
That We’ve ALL Now EMBRACED...
  
... Earning A Wage...
Where Money Gets PAID...
  
Instead of BARTERING...
Like The GOOD OLD Days... !!!
  
And That From...
... ****** Traits...
To Our Welfare States...  
  
That Have Now REIGNED... !!!
Since Money Became...
The Name of The Game... !!!
  
How Many Now...
Can STAND BY The CLAIM...
  
That Like MY Use of Poetry...
When It Comes To How...
Their Lives Flow TODAY...
  
That They TRULY Believe...
In ALL... HONESTY...
That They Live RIGHTEOUSLY...  
And Live... TOTALLY...
  
.... “ CLEAN “.... ?!!!?
Inspired in no small part by the Jeffrey Tobin story, which just goes to show, that NOBODY can make the claim, that they are these days !
Sarah Flynn Oct 2020
it’s been years, and I still scream
halfway through the night.

I still wake up drenched in sweat and tears,
feeling his grip around my wrist.

when I take a shower,  I find myself
still trying to scrub him off me.
I’m still trying to erase the
cigarette burn on my right hand,
the one he gave me when
he was drunk and angry.

sometimes, I scrub my skin until I bleed. not intentionally, of course.
I don’t want to hurt myself.
I’ve hurt myself enough over the years,
and I have the scars to prove it.

all I want is to scrub him off of me.
I want to feel clean again.

but no matter how raw I scrub myself,
the fingerprints and bruises still linger.
Kimmy Sep 2020
Be who you want
Talk to who you want
You are you
No one can stop that

My name is Kimberly
I call myself a different name
Hard drugs is who i am.
Before you ask, no
I don't care what you think
They help me ESCAPE

I consider myself different from all the rest, I'm distant, the drugs really overpower me. To me it makes me have a rush, I can **** it in a heartbeat. I know its just white powder
It makes me feel invincible, grateful for this powder while every body is against it

My nose will bleed. .my family can most likely notice the powder on my nose then I know I'm not invincible
Yet another failure on this ******* planet.
Another disapoitment,

Well I pretty much described myself . Everything gives me a rush and.....well
I've grown to love it, you can push me off a cliff
And ill do a kick off, I'm ready to ****
The tides
Ready to lose blood as I'm hitting the
Rocks
Im honestly am ready for anything
Because everything possible has already happened
Im ready for the good rush
I wrote this a few years ago when I was having addiction problems. When you think all u have is that one drug to call a friend. You loose yourself in the drug. Im glad I got out
Elicia Hurst Sep 2020
A summer dress, perhaps
deserves a summerish redress.

In the witching hour, solitude's domain,
there is naught but
I, and the white-hot eclipse for my eye.

I have one hand beneath your neck,
and another behind your knees.
In these gloves, I will drown and resurrect
my fair dress, one-and-only Sunday Best,
sodium hypochlorite cocktail mess.
My alternative hydrotherapy
is a remedy from my enemy.

You traffic through this well of hell in ease.
A fire drunken on the Lethe.
Deliquesce in clinical scents.

Your skin thrives on the purge,
but mine cannot survive.
Jul 2020
A silver lake.
Slake and slough and
you think
that this will surely
make you clean.
But you thought the same thing
about the tall fields of grass
that sliced your skin
in microscopic ribbons,
and made your shins itch.
What now?
Now that you have frost
coating every hair
of every crevice?
Is this purity?
Is this what you’re craving
endlessly?
Isabella Aug 2020
I left to wash my hands today
And rid myself of the sun’s cruel rays
I walked into the strongest waves
No one saw, so I couldn’t be saved

The water rose up from my knees
Until it began to fill my cheeks
Salt in my lungs, I couldn’t breathe
And by then at last my hands were clean
Maybe after that they’d notice me
Amy I Hughes Jul 2020
I can't stop cleaning
My knuckles are dry
Red
Rivers of disinfectant fill the parched cracks of my skin
A storm in a gorge
There's too much dust
A sandstorm
I swipe it away
It comes back!
Dark grey tufts of storm clouds
That I, with my
Mighty Hand
Brush away
Insignificant

But it's not nothing
I know what it is

I tear the filled pages
Out of my notebook
Cast them away
They're impure
Scribbled on
Clean white pages are all I need
The purity of sacred bleach

Smell the chemicals, the cleanliness
Destroy the dust, keep order
Tear the paper, fall like rain

It's never nothing
I know what it is
When I'm emotionally blocked, I clean. I clean like I'm being paid for it.
rarae aves Jul 2020
Today marks one month of sobriety.
I’m happy with myself I’m staying clean.
I’m experiencing first hand why getting clean seems like an insurmountable task,
why it’s inherently formidable.
It’s not because of the task of getting clean itself, its because of everything that’s in my face while I’m clean-
the trauma, the distressing emotions & thoughts, the self defeating conditioning. It’s all clear as day, it’s inescapable now.
I’m proud of myself for choosing to face & deal, over numb & escape.
I’m going to take one day at a time.
I aim to live everyday now.
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