Monday, July 15, 2013

This Poem Blows.... But It's Called See

Red wine has spilled everywhere
And I don't know where I get all of these fucking pens
Despair is no longer something I deserve
Fuck you my bloody contact lens

Show me the way
Guide me to see
Sing me a ballet, so I can stay
Let's shake on it, and just simply agree

We've known one another for awhile
Although at a fairly gargantuan distance
Yet, I have always admired your style
And thanks to you, I am no longer weak enough to take the path of least resistance

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