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Poetry By: devilrod

Aah, I don't know.
Have to start somewhere.

Submitted:Feb 6, 2008    Reads: 112    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

In my time

I've related sorrowful things

To one another

In place of

Purpose and passion

And what did that ultimately do for


Or anything I cared for, really

So now I sigh

And lie in a huddled cocoon

In a state of mourning

And the daylight can't come too soon

Started out for kicks

And a new way to learn about life

But honestly speaking

It's just the same old tricks

Whistling in my direction

Accepting all these malapropisms of mine

Now I've broken all my teachers

And eventually

I'll break to the front of the line

And some lunatic once told me, that I was just the shiny, red ass of a crying baboon

Quite a stretch for that one

And the daylight can't come too soon


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