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JP Mantler Nov 2016
ynoT,

Face to face with the childish demon eyes,
Lemon scent overwhelms me, followed by the cigarette smoke,

ynoT, because everyday is a _______ .
JP Mantler Nov 2016
A beautiful winding road when courage races down,
they meet face to face, a steering wheel in the mouth
and pieces of metal tear the eyes.
They wave at each other. I'm the one that looks the other way.
I make sure this isn't smoke in my eyes.
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MY WIFE KICKS ME IN THE SHINS BECAUSE i'M TOO NICE & I'M TOO DISHONEST
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When I pass Hopkins Steel, the boisterous starlets covered by make-up gowns see beyond the factory smoke.
I just need to take another Xan to help myself forget about how much I want to puke.
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I come to a stop. This time I smell smoke which resembles the humble.
I peek through the window and I see them on fire.
Stillness. Until they all crumble to the ground.
They werenever worried about their features; their possessions or their impressions because they didn't have any.
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The contorted fan swung with his limbs rigid and stiff; directing a lost signal. Set like a stone for me to run from.
A hand come out from the smoke and twists my arm.
The look of his charred face forces my ***** a gooey black tar of resentment.
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I'm now waiting tables. I think of my wife sleeping with her boss.
I think of her nagging at me whenever she hears me breath.
If Karma doesn't exist, then maybe I should just thrw her under a BUS.
She fell! She wasn't pushed . . .
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An arrogant customer persists insults.
He demand for coffee. His previous did not taste of his brand.
"Your face is one hot coal waiting to get ****** on."
I come back with the coffee; tainted with my own ***** matter.
"You might as well quit now you ******* low life."
I throw the coffee in his face, stannds up and screams.
His entire face is scolding, he smells like **** and is crying like a *******
BABY.
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I'm sitting on the bedside, contemplating.
There's blended merlot & Sonata with cherry ice cubes.
ynoT, I've filled my sock with aerosol.
Might as well join the Rugby Boys.
It's the kindest geture I've done to myself.
BigT Jul 2020
Another baby’s face on a TV screen
Undernourishment is
The commentators theme
The background to all this
Is one of war
Your burden is innocence
And being poor
We saw you crying on the weighing scales
Your mother was bewildered
As the Aid system fails

Your bony frame is only two years old
Wide-open eyes
Of fears untold
You haven’t a clue
About what’s going on
But we can all see
That something’s wrong
You are another image from another land
Your silent message screams
For a helping hand

You are not responsible for the things being done
There are others over there
That brandish the gun
I don’t mean to sound
So ****** rude
But how can they buy bullets
And not your food?
They may as well have put the gun to your head
For two hours after filming
We are told you are dead

Tony 10/11/01 ynoT

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