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Miss the touch of shrill skin
To the loving body, that
He loves, to it she's a starter
Mirror lover mirror hater
She loves the skin he touches
With the light
And the pretty looks she
Catches of his sights
Who's the looker
She can't tell
Mirror mirror won't ******* yell

Scream how pretty
How vain how vain
Catatonic mess keep it sane
Ask this **** to the hanging saint

To the stall, ah! Run
To the mirror on the wall
He'll never know what she saw
and what she knows its cultural

Oh vanity how I sin to thee
Oh how the shameless walk
Red carpet on bright flickering lights
Who wants to be a superstar?
She'll ****** for the front page
Sin, my lady, what a gun
Bang bang shoots the camera
Cried out the undead
Shriek out to the infected
Sick pretty girls
Shattered diamonds
Occupy the souls
Lights that dim the truth behind walls
Shadow through the rights
Walk walk through the night
You the living dead souls
Surrounded, crowded.
Part of my new collection of poems to the Sold out "girls"
You **** while you walk
You spit while you talk

Tell me what you think
If any thought occurs

Your head heard about poverty
But your mind thought about deny
Deny deny, don't think about those 
And lie, lie about your fathers
Lie about your name
Represent your style 
Making it poor to get game

Smoke that blunt
Go "fly high"
Leave reality
You ******* who denies
You say you love
You say you care
You think your preaches
Will leave you fair

You **** while you talk
When you spit hypocrisy
You **** while you type
Into a so called democracy

You ain't doing *****
I too ain't a pearl
Haven't you heard?
I to the poor
I to the capital
I to society
haven't said a word
I keep quiet
I keep it simple
I'll prefer to say nothin'
Than **** lies to society
Prefer to root my feet in reality
To fight stern when they call me
I ain't done **** so far
I'll say my prayers if I die
And you will keep flying by:
"Go away society".
Make peace with nothing
Yeah you'll go high
Suffocate in your smoke
'Cause you ain't got no wings to fly.
no hate for **** by the way.
This poem is a rant for a few "friends"
As clean as dirt.
Disgrace me,
take me.
****-
infuse me,
Wonder wander
how to tumble
in these ***** hands
won't make feel fine
pure shame
pure hate
*******
Want you,
Just maybe

Distance,
by you and for
you, the loved
and adored
distanced
how silly, so forward
the fear fights us
fights by us

Attention, can lead us,
dominate, yet
I cannot tell
which fell
from the swing
that keeps us.

Attention, oh!  
By the need you give me,
he gives me,
but
I want yours.
How I dwell in the past
and so dwell on the after
ever after
with damaged goods
and "old" bones.
 Mar 2015 Willy McGee
Dorothy A
Who would wear such a thing?
Who would be so despised?
So pathetic to a jeering crowd?
So utterly cursed?
So utterly shamed?
So utterly broken?

A foolish one, you say?
A liar?
A crazy one?
A sucker for punishment?
A mythological man?

How about this?

A man who would lay down his life for a friend
One who would take the place of others who really deserve what he got instead
One who demonstrates that the works of weakness truly outweigh the brutality of the mighty
One who is willing to connect the Divine to a suffering world

I say that is One who would wear a crown of thorns
 Dec 2014 Willy McGee
Creep
[4w]
 Dec 2014 Willy McGee
Creep
How long is forever?
feel good inc.
gorillaz

(reply in comments if you'd like)
 Dec 2014 Willy McGee
Devon Webb
Stretched out my
sight line
like a tripwire trying
to catch someone
off-guard
and you
wandered into it,

stumbled slightly,

yet still
I was the one
who fell.
 Dec 2014 Willy McGee
Devon Webb
This love of ours
is like
a see-saw:
the only difference is
that normally
I'm stuck at
the top.
Too much self-doubt is never stable.
What is beauty?
To some it is flowers
or
Sleeping puppies
or
A babies laugh
or even
the perfectly warped present
To me it is the crackling fire in the winter
The sound of pen on paper
My big dog barking at passing pedestrians
The sight of my little brother and sister's face
When they see Santa has been
When the word beauty means something different to everyone
*I mean look at the beast but beauty loved him
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