Big Shot
how you squash 'em
those slushy dreams
of a quicksand world
You ooze and booze it
letting it run down
your sordid soul
Grab the gruel of
mixed mouthed rooms
and ramble nothings
to sleazy fishes
You pondered and pimped
at daylight's killer
a natural freak out
of gifted gauge
Turn up the volume
minister of more
the nonuniqueness
of vile voices
they wrong the rights
and rust your blood
A worm in trash
has taken more
Big Shot.
Author notes
Picture #5 inspired...
A contest entry
- Let your imagination run wild...PICTURES! ^-^ by Sick Sunshine.
300 points, ended August 26, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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hmm, tasteful...
I love how it's sounds so random yet in a strange crazy twisted way it makes perfect sense.. thank you for entering! =]
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