Whatever I want?
"Whatever I want" cannot be described.
I inscribed a picture of "whatever I want" on the president's wall.
But I didn't know that it would lead to his great fall.
And now we crawl on bodies.
Watching the worms of the dead as they celebrate in their bread.
I wrote a story about "whatever I want".
Sent it to the Daily.
Little did I know...
I would be attacked by a bottle of baileys
and dumped in the valley.
"Whatever I want" cannot be explained.
I painted "whatever I want's" portrait.
Sold it for millions to a brilliant brazillian,
who found his way to my bank account
and took back the whole amount.
I want my country back.
I want a liver transplant.
I want to leave this shack.
But I can't.
They stole it all..
My life.
The only thing I wanted.
A contest entry
- lazy butterfly by hilly.
300 points, ended March 18, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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This is deep. It tugs at the heartstrings. Your last two lines sum this poem up beautifully.
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True that.
You have beautiful imagery.
Lovely poem.
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