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I'm your end

Poetry By: paradocs1967
Poetry


I'm your end


Submitted:Jun 21, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Do or don't
Do or don't

but, don't waste my space

with your incipient

FACTS.

You speak like a Renaissance

Man and you bleed like a paradigm

of Jesus Christ. I'm

so tired of dumbass people

spitting on my sidewalk;

so tired of a fruitless world

gorged on too much HATE.

(When will you

awaken, sweet prince -

awaken. I'm afraid you're a

ceremonial knife.)

I'm not fat,

skinny

crazy

IMPERFECT.

(I'm a fucking PERSON).

Sad to see you go,

sweet prince.

So sad my mouth

doesn't bleed for you anymore.

So sad, I find hope., don't waste my space
with your incipient
FACTS.
You speak like a Renaissance
Man and you bleed like a paradigm
of Jesus Christ. I'm
so tired of dumbass people
spitting on my sidewalk;
so tired of a fruitless world
gorged on too much HATE.
(When will you
awaken, sweet prince -
awaken. I'm afraid you're a
ceremonial knife.)
I'm not fat,
skinny
crazy
IMPERFECT.
(I'm a fucking PERSON).
Sad to see you go,
sweet prince.
So sad my mouth
doesn't bleed for you anymore.
So sad, I find hope.





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