“…I will break you… You can’t win… You’ll never know… You won’t know who or what you are when I’m through with you… ‘Cause boy, there ain’t nothin’ I don’t see…”
A tapeworm in the intestinal track of society, my words strike, embed themselves within your mind and squeeze!
Drain ignorance instantly,
My words will poison your minds, be like a blow to the face, yet still along with me, you poor souls are compelled to embrace,
So be gone and make haste! Fool, there ain’t no time to waste! Swarm with me as I dash, giving others this taste,
…Revolt…
…Swim with me…
…Disrupt society…
As a cyclone my fresh horde is soaring high above the wasteland, the sky grows thick as I advance, only just midday, yet the atmosphere grows black as my presence graces the city, as an immense wall of wind, and rain, and inferno dropping clouds,
You read my face like hieroglyphics, admiring the shapes, the colors, yet comprehending none,
I read your face like Hooked on Phonics, disgusted by, yet easily seeing past the vile mask of make-up behind which you always try to hide,
…Swim with me…
…Disrupt society…
…You say you want world peace and total social equality? Fuck this bullshit: I know you’d rather be mocking their face…
Your two bloodshot eyes are leaking like a sieve, because you feel threatened right now…
… Insignificant…
…You scoured the ocean, overturned every stone, and what came of it? Nothing. Traveled so damn far only to end up back at home…
…Where you hung your pride at half-mast…
…Swim with me…
…Disrupt society…
…Wait, but there’s more:
I visualized my oppressor trapped within a basin, the effervescent rains funneling into channels to shape a jagged abyss,
The seething waters, surrounding her, surged as a ravenous lethal python: an immense soundless reptile that even her ears would never hear,
…And so I trudged forth…
…Swim with me…
…Disrupt society…
“…I will break you,” she said… “You can’t win!” she laughed… “You’ll never know… You won’t know who or what you are when I’m through with you,” She declared… “‘Cause boy, there ain’t nothin’ I don’t see…”
…Yet still I trudged forth…
…Swim with me…
…Disrupt society…
…Running with a knife to escape such violence, hunkered down against her mad wrath, yet insisted on filling my tummy first,
Caught up in this defeating misconception that fertile valleys turn to lands of shifting sand, all at my command,
And thus was my obliteration, I just could not rest carrying the notion, that I had not yet succeeded in burning the nation…
…Damn, if I had only kept my patience…
…Yet, looking back, I now know she battled me to win, I know she saw me grin, modified my ill narration, taught me sin…
…So again I trudged forth…
…Swim with me…
…Disrupt society…
…However, this time I capture, that her dark mind’s eye entity is by far more potent than any ickle strength possessed in me,
Damn, I was a fool not to grasp that she could crush me with her pinky…
…And with this knowledge I trudged forth…
…For my absolute role, is now to save whatever’s left of what she stole from me,
Ran back to those poor fools who still lived shrouded in eternal ignorance,
Ran, like an ickle little schoolgirl with my tail between my legs…
…And again my words struck, embedded themselves within their minds and squeezed…
…Breeding ignorance instantly…
…And so I prevailed over the puny minds of all the little pussies who were just following all the rules,
But better yet, captured the will of all the other crazy mother fuckers who were blowing up the schools,
Got the fools to fight my battle…
…Swim with me…
…Disrupt society…
…And when they rose in terror shrieking:
“Where are you taking us!? Where are we going that’s so far away!?”
I was prepared for this verbal escalation, exploited their fragile psyches with one simple slogan:
“…Rise up, catch the power, so down on those you once counted yourself among, you can glower…”
…And so my renewed horde trudged forth…
…With unimaginable power…
…Stormed her stronghold…
…And down at us…
…She glowered…
…Caste my horde into the midst of her mind’s dark shadow…
…But they were too ignorant to retreat…
…That story is irrelevant…
…And then…
…Dark hands around my neck… telling me to die… telling me to cry… dark hands around my neck… dark hands around my neck…
…She hit me with a knife…
…Hit me with a chair…
“This is your heart,” she said… “This is your sac,” she sang… “This is the spine that once laid in your back,” she cooed,
“…I will break you,” she said… “You can’t win!” she laughed… “You’ll never know… You won’t know who or what you are when I’m through with you,” She declared… “‘Cause boy, there ain’t nothin’ I don’t see…”
… And all was black…
…I never even had a chance…
Make as you do.
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woops, i commented this on ur account. OOPSIE POOPSIE. sorry
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Love this one baby! It's so brilliant just like all the rest! So vivid as it sends the images to the mind! OMG, I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOU!! good day to you my love! =)!! Love you! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxx
Love always your jappy baby,
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This is a great poem. What was your inspiration for writing this poem.
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huh?
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very creepy-what inspired it?
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Impressive imagery, but repetitive and over-long. I think you were trying too hard with his one. You may not agree, but if you tightened it up (the format is very loose) and shortened it, I think your poem would be more effective.
Bill
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Not my cup of tea
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damn that's great
effin wordy but great... Loved the repetition, great flow, superior use of verbiage and metaphor, A++++! Oh, and I love that black ending, too. You should've stuck that last line elsewhere, in my opinion, perhaps the beginning, and left the poem fading to black such as at the end of a movie or something. (The great imagery making me think such.) -
…And when they rose in terror shrieking:
“Where are you taking us!? Where are we going that’s so far away!?”
I was prepared for this verbal escalation, exploited their fragile psyches with one simple slogan:
“…Rise up, catch the power, so down on those you once counted yourself among, you can glower…”
this is so well written!!
Becks

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Hey, thanks... I wouldn't want to sound narcissistic, but since it's in the nature of the poem... whatever, that's actually one of my favorite lines, up there with "That story is irrelevant"
Thanks for the feedback.
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No you don't sound narcissistic at all!
Very seldom people like the same lines I do.
This is really so fantastic!!!
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