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Looking towards the cobwebbed light Any closer and he may get a fright Weapon in hand… The brush! Smokin some of that OG Kush Lay in wait the spiders did A fear of these she has since a kid It’s wings flapping was all you could hear Even though afraid, for the spiders we would cheer One after another they would attack As they fell to the floor, each with a broken back There was no escape from the entangled death We stood there in the cold counting his lasts few breaths
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
The Spider and the Brush
Dependence, playing my heart on strings Wanting, for the answer to almost all things Babbling, to my evil twin in my mind At the best of times he is quite unkind...... My eyes, tightened by unbreakable seams One by one they pass by, my dreams The grand adventure of independence Bad habits putting me on edge and tense Next week, the week after that, I say Come on ta **** will ya! Ok Ok, drugs are bad, M’kay
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
Fighting it!
My thought process is like a lost dime As I sit here trying to rhyme Bored and uninterested All this time and more I have invested Pretending gets old quick I am developing a nervous tick Looking at a screen and seeing white Why ohh why am I doing this ***** Slowly figuring things out, my masterpiece Making the right decisions my joy can only increase Right…..?
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
Thoughts
There are two spoilt children Both boasting and showing there “might” Each as childish as the other Ants watch out! Here comes the magnifying glass! No wait, that’s a cherry bomb Look… the other kid is chewing on his rocket pop One is a self-entitled god that does not take ***** The other is a self-entitled **** I hate immigrants the fatter one says Ohh look a pretty immigrant woman, I think I will marry her I am a “god” with a fools haircut With a penchant for assassination Both lobbing stones across the river Flexing their jelly rolled flab Each staring into the others eyes Silently dreaming, ever sleepless On each bank a heart drawn in the sand Crazy loves crazy is what they say
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
Trump your Trumpet