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Have a poem that I'd like to share
I share it in hopes
That perhaps you will spare yourself from evil dreams

A book has power - that's the image we gave
But a book in itself is a probable slave
I'm digging myself an early grave
By trying to some up
This bum of a man
That I think I know well
Because I can well it up
Whenever I choose
This "I think"
Means whatever it means
These evil dreams
Perpendicular souls
Required in a competition
With what is other.
You're not alone
but goddamn
You're going to have to fight!

A Few of my F------- Things

I think the hurly burly's done
The Homo Sapien's lost its fun
The Spirit father's son of man
Can walk the above
Maintain his tan
There is no greater fish to fry
The fish beneath our feet will fly
But this man walks where we cannot
We must assure that he will rot
Look at him Bleed
Look at him Bleed
No other corpse is cause to feed