I'm ready for a stampede of dancing thoughts
Don't you hate the sound of that girl's laugh?
When the mistrusting venom finds a way into the hills
Poisoning the land until morning shows the bruises
The sun-tanned skin that makes leather look comforting
Share the wealth, the alligators are frailty at best
Drown them in the quicksand bathtub
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The heretic man, a terminally dead man
I have hours left to find you my lungs
With the hills running for the hills, we are alone
Abandoned in the broken neck of this town
Shape me into the swine you so eagerly sing for
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Someone somewhere is eating my heart
Muscle-bound diabetics looking for sugar
This is a shameful anthem for the captain
Slur the words that were already shaky
They sound fine to me.
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Raise those praising hands good fellow
This is a hallelujah to you and yours
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! This is a leopard pelt
This is the reason the tiger lost his stripes
The reason the men lost their heads
A single answer for the fangless vipers
Your the sugar they all crave so desperately
Desperation.
A contest entry
- Of Genius and Lunacy, Of Life and Love by The Sage.
1000 points, ended December 17, 2007, 20 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hmm, it is different, your form of writing, its odd, new, and strong, more power in every word. Good Job.
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Gee willickers, you've got this refreshing, distinct style. All your pieces do. I 'specially admire the weird way you have of weaving in this powerful underlying message, beneath all the surrealism and strangeness. Or'm I readin' into this too much? XD
But wonderful job, wicked fantabulous job. You keep doin' your thing. Kudos, tippa the hat, an' all that jazz.
~NM
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