Wrote a book, drew the faculty of clown porn and sent it to the King
For all the joy that sky would send
The rain would bend to shelter our youth
The not-so-proud undying love couldn't do wrong
The world would dispute of brutal sun set by the red hill
A black market it will be until we pay the bills
This hating you know causes me non-existent thrills
Law, linger tribal art, all my speech but where do I start?
I could sell myself to modern art, pose nude for art classes
I could burn every book and my tax book too
paying no taxes to be explicit and clean
Like a kids party
- finger paints -
for all it takes
the rain will wait until I'm loose
I could curse all night
Hold my pillow tight (and yacht the brave-man)
yet I doubt that will boost my emotion.
Inside the broken down clown wants no royalties
Outside - the broken down man, in need of charities
Author notes
Down In It
A contest entry
- I just made you up, to hurt myself ♥ (NIN inspired) by Lauren Noir.
925 points, ended May 4, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well done. This is trully amazing.
I loved what you took from the song, it worked so well.
I enjoyed reading this poem, though it wasn't the classic kind of poem somone would enjoy, it's so grittya dn broken, but that's its beauty.
And that's exactly the way I feel about NIN lyrics. So this impressed me. Well done.
Good luck
And thanks for entering
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