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You burden me with your questions
You'd have me tell no lies
You're always asking what it's all about
Now listen to my replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you...

-EMF

You weigh the world with your questions
You'd have us tell no lies
I'm always asking what it's all about
Now listen to your replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you...*\

THE THINGS YOU SAY,
-EMF

JESUS

you're
unbelievable...

YOU'RE SO UNBELIEVABLE!
-DJM
Lou Vaughn Dec 2015
Times I miss:
Post MTV but pre LOL
When Windows were just windows
and a mouse was just a mouse
When an unanswered phone call
meant no one was home,
not that they didn't want to talk
Getting letters in the mail
and mixed tapes from friends
I will take these times to bed with me tonight
They will manifest into new memories
created in my lucid dreams
so I will miss nothing tomorrow
Sethnicity Aug 2015
I don't know where to start... I feel plane
infinite points traced around my brain.
Many ticks ***** injustice migraines
Right now I wanna vent on hot air blimps
self proclaimed pimps
till my tongue twists limp
or turn a loaded gun on immature mutual funds
my grain is rough
and I've grown bitter an tough
my mind metal is scuffed
I Dizzied my Gills be cheeks blowin up guts
what happened to the wonderful world
musta been the Tea.. now I'm Ralphing up Chucks
high society
in memory
it used to be
where I wanted to be
Visa Via
English living was the life for me
guess I'd traded up for some Hot **** reaL-It-Tea
I think I've had enough
guess I stuffed and over fluffed
had too much empty v (MTV)
sipping on that 4 twin Tea
Now I gotta V!

I vibrate so viciously
I violate all variations of conform Ahh!, Tea
Been too long slipping on and spilt ma Chi
Poetry is rarely this irreverent and raw... It's a travis Tea!
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Sethnicity/1054690/
Coop Lee Jul 2015
i watched the slow death of MTV.
the music palace impaled and heaved
onto a coal-hot pyre of cool kid consumer trash.
pregnant teens, range rover birthday bonnets,
& ***** jungle-sweat challenges.

smoke the spirits of stolen leaves.
traverse the cineplex stairs and exits
glowing. mammoth screens,
with their long shadows, long teeth, long
celluloidal gods.
death to this too.

set a heap of old chairs and furniture on fire
in the backyard, hoping neighbors will gather
to drink and laugh. or at least one of them to yell
and grab you by the collar,
violently whistling.
wait and bleed.
recently published in The Bayou Review

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