Scrawny hourglasses
Listlessly dance to
Emphatic
Apathy,
Zig-Zagging while
Enduring hell.
Adulterers admire vainly,
Nihilism veils their
Depravity.
Festering catcalls
Linger putridly in nauseous smoke ,
Eternally and cruelly
Asserting the rigid
Status-Quo.
Author notes
trying to make you feel a combo of dispare and depressing aloneness and perhaps a little sadness
l u c i f e r s c h i l d
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this is great!
i like the actual word you are...um...acrostic-ing.
sleaze and fleas. thats cool. -
No I definately get what's going on and can feel the way I'd imagine a stripper may feel when being ogled at and leered over... sick, disgusted/ing, dirty, cheap.
You've achieved what you set out to do anyways
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so I'm not the only one that sees listlessness in a pole dancer's routine? No passion for the pole I guess. This was quite visual, thank you for the entry.
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