Don't ask me now, you're whipping boy,
to bend and break for you;
to eat your hate with heartfelt joy
then fade off from your view!
Don't bleed your feigned objections
to the ears you paralyzed;
you beat me with rejections,
when I bled, you criticized.
Now I see you bleed for me,
this cut I will not own;
no thank you, I will go as free,
you reap the fields you've sown.
A contest entry
- Chuck Palahniuk-- one by birch.
300 points, ended February 12, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
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normally, as said, i hate rhyme. but i'm in such a melodramatic mood that i needed to study this one, and give each word the benefit of the doubt. i'm glad i did, because a few of these lines are ones that i could say myself right now to certain people; or, ironically, ones that could very easily be said to me.
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Thanks very much
Sometimes it just sucks, but I'm glad you dug in and read through the rhymes, I'm honored to have won in spite of them.
Thanks again!
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