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a person
no group
get spat at
used at butt
drowned at birth
made up of conflicts
a hard llife
but one worth living
in the end he will laugh
a humorless cackle
they are killed by their reign
the topple like monuments
funny to watch a smile of the reaper
turn sour they pass "judgement"
they are the opinion
they could destroy you with a phrase
then tear you down to the core
wipe you under a table
It really better if you avoid them
send a smile down their way and run
get out of town make the bed
a fuurnace thats not made up of fire
watery dirt pours down your throat
you choke they stare
sweaty nerves dry cotton tail rabbit playing in mouth
hear the pounding of the hammer
Then in middle of crowd start belting out your favorite melody from ludwig
At least they left you alone
- by myxoma virus |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/22/2009 |
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- Title: how did these hands get here
- Artist: myxoma virus
- Description: a poem describing my feeling toward the general populace
- Date: 04/22/2009
- Tags: these hands here
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- myxoma virus - 04/23/2009
- wrote late at night after undeserved heckling here it is
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