put this up late at night – so here it is again
βunscented poemβ
π
what is this says to U
what is always true
what U have seen
π
what U have been through
how bad U want to quit
how bad to say goodnight
π
instead of listening to stupidity
not Uβr own
from nothing U have ever done
π
but to the pee brained twigs
souled to a hole in the wall
with puppet strings taught
π
they sing songs of vile scents there predacious smell
and insist on continuing the same hell from
deep inside of their no brained spell
π
so this jibbering and jabbering
canβt get a breath of fresh air
canβt get a breath to breath
π
when will all the evil leave
leave, just freaking leave me
leave me to the saint i am
π
still cursing and my desire for a woman healthy
relationship ties⦠and not know how no longer
so inβ¦
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