2015-08-25 05:19:04 UTC
> x-no-archive: yes
> hello pls enjoy these hard-written poems:
> no. 4:
> Some of us may pine for times that never were/
> Some of us instead dwell in a drugged-out blur.
> For those with more pain than our shriveled hearts can take/
> A kilo of horse gives relief and slays the green-eyed snake./
> We've known since we were 12 that we'd never reach the top/
> At some point we have to say, This is it. No more. Full stop./
> "Cowards," you may shout, "what a selfish thing to do."/
> Yet we've reached the other side where we can start anew.
> no. 5:
> Let the hotel maid knock and knock, I'll never come to the door/
> When she opens it, she'll find me twisting slowly above the floor./
> She'll raise the roof with a scream that echoes through the town/
> The medics will have to come and cut my remains down./
> They'll pay not to talk about the corpse she found/
> But she'll dream of me rotting underground.
You've captured my thoughts from every day of the last 20 years. If
only the worthless users that I deal with - especially Lucian and netgod
- would read it and take it to heart themselves.