The Mind Of Destruction

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "As The Marker Snaps"

Submitted: July 01, 2014

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Submitted: July 01, 2014



The Mind Of Destruction


My head is very questionable

I don't know why it t'inks

And all the while, I cough up blood

The crumbs wash down the sink

As elephants that are painted pink

Find the nerve to sit and ink

The words are always tempting me

To brand this town with funny names

On funny walls that worms crawl on

The point is to cram as much knowledge

About all we hope to accomplish

And someday we'll be dead

But once we slip under ground

The hash brown buggies won't have to come around

And chew the gum we leave ev'rywhere we go

Bones buried by cats instead

And hair from a hooker's underwear

Just seem to be what's wrong with the world today

And if I could scribe letters into my mind

They would spell the word "naughty"

And all the hos won't have to charge me

I'll just lay the town of sluts again and again

And until I am dead I will fill their heads

With the same crap I fill my own

And when it's not enough

I'll bend them over the trash cans

And have some fun

The world around us can all watch

But if they got any money it's gonna have to cost

There'll be no way to get out of myself in thee end

But once I'm done with the world

Thee angles from Heaven will come down

To pour the blood of The Lam

All over this poor and wasted land

And when the peoples' faces all burn

I'll know what it is that I never learned


07-01-'14 #1

D. L. Cannon

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