A smudge in the face of society
Noone wants to admit her anxiety!
Which surely she wears on her sleeve?
No i won't shake your hand
(that's how germs are transferred.)
So it's time for action
(Of the drastic kind?)
Let's take this brain, and give another
(Not the usual bread, wine, water)
A fleshy trophy of insanity on which we all rely.
There's no use trying to deny.
Wearing now the face of another, the mirror becomes a plain of horror
Running alien hands over alien skin
Constricting limbs,
contorting expression,
social distortion.
We are condemned:
(there is no end).
Author notes
Inspired By Social Distortion - Grendel.
(Wonderful music they make)
A contest entry
- You Favourite Song by Beating.
300 points, ended November 27, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Unfortunately, the song you got your inspiration from, isn't on youtube! Oh well... I'll do without.
This is so unique. You have your very own style of writing, and your way of describing that social distortion, is really good. I especially enjoyed the first stanza. good job! -
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I'd be happy to send it you via email if you want?
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okay. bbh_lp@hotmail.com
that's my e-mail!
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Thank you!
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