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The Poet in Near Hysteria Bewails his Fate


the foul bitch is twisting me
leave off i say
i’d rather be that useless bit of clay
if i could and you know I would
i’d toss this all away
for a bit of love and a
warm fire to sit beside
holy jumping jesus christ
i cannot pay this fucking price.

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Written July 28th, 2003

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  • acari27 gold member
    April 14, 2008

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    well i really love this-but have to take a clap off for the blasphemy-(its my grandmother-memories of mouth being washed out with soap- )

    really liked the acid of

    the foul bitch is twisting me
    leave off i say

    and the easy flow and soft yet defiant tone of

    i’d rather be that useless bit of clay
    if i could and you know I would
    i’d toss this all away
    for a bit of love and a
    warm fire to sit beside

  • Valkricry
    July 28, 2003
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    angsty humor? More like black comedy. This is sort of sad, but the form is excellent. ~~~Val