Murder is the most authentic
And conclusive occurrence next
To having a baby come out of
A slit in your being. Since,
My slits aren't slots, but points
I will bring them down with
The utmost authority, dexterity
And finality. Birth is a killer
Love is murderously slow death
With free ice scream. Politicians
Commit mass murder every day
You see them missing golf over it?
Welfare whores pop out babies
So they can get on welfare
And some attention from the
Men that they love to hate
To sit on a dilapidated porch
Waiting to get fucked again proper
So why shouldn't I do it better?
And bring some integrity back
To the ancient art of Murder.
The ability to kill with a word,
And still enjoy the conversation
Knowing words create tomorrow.
My words murder secrets for
the underground movement.
A scrap book of killers.
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Written January 2nd, 2004
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Awesome write! The intensity, the hatred and the way you portrayed society made me think and I totally agree with you. Your poem is like a window in the sick world outside, and I think that anyone who doesn't like your poem our who doesn't appreciate you for writing it, just likes to keep his/her eyes closed and ignore everything. Great job, and terrfific picture!
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I guess i haven't signed my death warrant today, because i like this poem.. glad i don't have to hop in front of a tank... (referring to clamchoder's comment). somehow i keep coming back to your poetry today.. its an accident i swear!! ok, its not. I agree with your points about women getting pregnant to trap the men, and get state aid. I know its true, because i had a friend who pulled that shit. its bullshit. I also liked the scrapbook of killers. I am assuming you are accusing everyone who has any sort of family of "murdering" someone in one way or another.. In an elton John song he said "Families together kill someone" which is true. (i think it was -believe-) great work, again...
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Katra -
WOW that retard left the dumbest comment right there and i would have smack that thing for you...(sigh) what the fuck is that about. Sigh my god damn ass...look this was a great poem and insanely interesting picuter and the way it all played out made me mad at society...once again. I love this poem and anyone who says otherwise should hop in front of that tank so it can run your god damn pansy ass over.
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I guess that's my comment.
I like the title, and the way in which it fits the poem.
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