Staring down a mile long path
Hearing the whispering song of a whin-chat
My struld-burg word
No longer has it's meaning
Dues Vult! Cried the crusaders
As the army in my head fight off invaders
They strike is staccato
Diminishing my mind fuck giggalo
Constantly battling in my head
My conscious mind has fled
Adapting to my new found dyseria
Three more years for Lustra
To be clean
and my evils unseen
Oppress the beast
Maybe my soul could then savor peace
As my feet start to tread
I have been piqued by what she said
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Written April 5th, 2006
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Ah, yes, being "piqued" by what someone says seems to be a theme I have come upon more than once today, although you have the most creative way of saying it. I also enjoyed some of the other tart sort of phrases: "fuck giggalo" in sequence. LOL. I don't know if you meant it to be comical but for me it has a comical way about it. Very intriquing poem.
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