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Longest Running Lie

Patriarchy.

A contest entry

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  • individuality gold member
    August 20
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  • DreamWanderer
    November 16, 2008

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    My poor, glaucomatous eyes reeled at this entry, the spinning, emetic background and nigh invisible words barely registering in my head. After some blinking I then laughed, for I knew that was the point ; I had been had. Hypnotize the masses, dumb them down, keep them distracted from the important issues, like the Nazis did in the past the Nazis do today. Cleverly done! Good luck in the contest.


    • lunarlunacy
      November 21, 2008
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      thanx, often the truth is concealed in the chaotic surface.


  • Onionducks
    November 16, 2008

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    Hahahaha! Brilliant!!
    Politics.. Poli-from the Greek word for 'many'
    tics- blood sucking insects.


    • lunarlunacy
      November 21, 2008
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      LOL, blood sucking insects... I love your word etimology there duckie, dats funny shite.


  • Fenrir Rising
    November 16, 2008
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    Nice backround


  • Danny Beatty gold member
    November 16, 2008

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    Is this your entry? damn! This is probably the first post hereabouts where the pure unadulterated ugliness of the cluttery, overdone background IS the poem, and ennobles its nail in the forehead of this great, historical chunk of BS ... I would also like to take a nailing gun and empty it into this lie.

    The lie of hammers and work of donkey macho brays. The noble hammer sits in its place waiting for the sanity of fine workmanship, but it has been made into a thing of foolishness ... it has become a weed in slick dulled brain tissue ...

    I never never encourage use of colors or images with poetry, because it is my experience that as time goes by the writer becomes illusioned that the poem sits on its own within the environs of the AP glitz, but it doesn't, never does and never will ...

    with one exception


    this one


    Oh, this is wickedly good, my friend. Smashing. Smashing.


  • Disturbed Prodigy
    November 16, 2008

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    ain't that the truth behind many governments, but sadly it is a needed evil, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest

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