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Poetry By: Dino

I bet if I wrote SEX a bunch of times in my summary it would get read. But SEX has nothing to do with this piece. In fact, SEX is so far from this that I couldn't even say anything like SEXY or SEXERIFFIC. I wouldn't even have any reason to say SEX if I were referring to the male SEX, or the female SEX. There is absolutely no EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT in this entire poem so I just wont say anything about it. Enjoy.

Submitted:Dec 20, 2008    Reads: 95    Comments: 7    Likes: 1   

Death is a comfortable bed
Life is a field, or the floor

Death is 8 hours a day behind a counter
Life is 8 hours on a bus

Death is coffee and eggs
Life is warm water straight from the faucet

Death is a side of bacon
Life is a side of nothing

Death is "gettin' to that point where you make enough to get by"
Life is "going without"

Death is clean socks
Life is no socks

Death is easy
Life is fucking hard

Death is the path MOST traveled
Life is rarely traveled at all anymore

Death is "work here for a couple more years"
Life is under the table if at all

Death is a lease
Life is a couch for the night

Death is "sorry sir, it wont happen again"
Life is "Fuck you! Fuck this job! Fuck this town!"

Death is routine

Death is fucking routine

Death is rou-fucking-tine

Life is not knowing.


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