09-21-2018, 03:39 AM | #1 |
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every writer’s angst
i'm a raving recluse that snaps its neck with a noose
that i formed from my web, what a shitty excuse forgotten and then some, a coffin with phlegm, yum skin rotten to bread crumbs, and chalk-colored spent lungs yes, the wit's gone, it's been no secret to me one big yawn during fall watchin leaves on a tree the pen is good to my soul but i trip over my feet dumb as a bowl filled with poison that i can’t wait to eat i’m a pissy pot of bullshit that thrives on being hopeless this broken faucet's flowin, i guess i'll thank the roaches it’s a grisly thought to focus, that my written art is frozen what a wishy-washed up poet and everybody knows it __________________ |
09-21-2018, 11:32 AM | #2 |
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Pretty dope
Buck up cowboy
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10-02-2018, 01:53 AM | #3 |
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